i've come to the realization that i'm a very fickle individual/girl-type-thing. not just regarding my love life, but in every aspect of my life (that is, except my love of harry potter). i love, school, i hate school. i love drawing, i throw my sketchcbook across my room. i suppose this makes me human. whatever.
i'm nineteen now; i'm in the twilight years of my childhood. thinking of the months to come has become a sort of ritual for me lately. i find myself thinking, "oh, that will look so cute in my apartment!" whenever i'm browsing online or around goodwill; never mind that i'll be living in the dorms at p.s.u. i can't wait to sin