allergic to girls who wear vanilla perfume

Listening to French songs and pondering why people choose to smell like vanilla. Cannot sit still and cannot understand what they are saying. I want to go to France. And Iceland. And the Greece Islands, as of this afternoon. 

Funny how whenever I decide to write on this blog, I suddenly forget what i want to say. 

But yeah, these past few days have been spent cooped up at home, trying not to jump out a window because that's how boring it is. It's like, there are so many things to do in this world, yet at the same time I can never think of what to do. Maybe I should make a list. 

Because then maybe I might stop being a whiny bitch all the time. I complain about having so much to do while never doing it. 

My sister got an iPad Air yesterday and it's so beautiful. Now I want one and I'm irritated because I was content before living with a shitass laptop because the extent of its shittiness was not yet known to me. 

Such gloomy photos but I like them. Sort of feels little house on the prairie crossed with twilight and teenage angst haha. I need more black clothing. Actually just more clothing in general. I'm still wearing the same clothes I wore years ago. 

But I'm broke as usual and I still need a costume for muck up day, so that's really not happening. 

Also I'm not happy with my short stories for school. I usually prefer to write more unrealistic stories that have nothing to do with my life but instead I was like I'm going to try something different and make it more raw and real and bam now both pieces are all mopey teen girl and I'm pissed at myself for having spent so much time on tumblr because that left me with no thinking capacity. 

Like one of them I was pretty much writing down my thoughts at the time because I was depressed and it seemed wise at the time. Now I'm scared to hand it in because I don't know, I have issues with people knowing what I'm thinking. 

It's such a terrible way of thinking, but I get all nervous when people ask about me and it's only been sort of recently that I feel comfortable talking about things that I like and feelings or whatever. Milestone #1: made my tumblr public and there's a link on my tumblr to my blogspot and so people from school can technically access this and be reading this 

I was worried for no reason as per usual because I realise now there really wasn't any point in hiding my blog because I'm quite open here about things and why not? What's the point of having a personality that no one gets to see? 

And as for my fear that people will think I'm super narcissistic for posting so many selfies and what not, well, I've realised I really don't give a fuck. 

Also, I found some pen pals! One of them's from England and the other's from Italy, so I'm happy I finally have a use for my email. 

And it's the Australian Open men's final tonight! I'm so pumped for Rafael Nadal to win (because he will lol goodbye wawrinka) and then it's MKR tomorrow night and I'm living proof that advertising works because I'm excited to watch the new season because (1) the twins "basically we have half a brain each" (2) I like the one with the reddish-brown hair's hair colour (3) the other girl team seems bitchy (but no one can be worse than last years Sophia in my opinion).

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Jess