RIP Shirley Temple Black
April 23, 1928 – February 10, 2014

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Actually one more thing.  Is this the sophomore slump I’ve heard so much about? Is this year just not as cool as the last? Ugh

I miss LA…no, I miss the fast life.

I miss my best friend.  I miss the crazy shit we used to do together and how we used to hit each other up at 3 am because we both never slept.

I feel like everyone is so dependent here.  Is this Santa Cruz? Maybe… I can’t really say quite yet.  But I feel trapped right now.  I’m not dependent on other people, and I’m really fucking sick of “dealing” with stupid bullshit.  Call me insensitive, but it’s true.  

I miss my mom too.  She’s the only person in the world that really gets me, despite our typeA/typeB personalities.

And deep down, I can’t even believe I’m writing this, but I miss (not him), but I miss the way he used to call me out when I’m being a little bitch.  I can be a bitch, I know, but no one says anything to me! Seriously, I cannot believe that he has never told me to shut the fuck up.  Sometimes I need to do just that.  But no one just says it, I feel like everyone has to candy coat their words.  And lately, I’ve been candy coating like no other! If I actually said the literal words that run through my head, I probably wouldn’t have any friends right now.  That makes me sound like a total bitch, yes, but people are just so fucking sensitive.  

Maybe I’m just a cold hearted bitch…but I’m doing pretty damn well for myself.

I’m complaining a lot.  Where’s the person who’s gonna give a me a slap in the face and tell me that I’m being insane??? …..tick tock

Anyways

I feel so bad too because I’ve been so short with D.  It’s just hard to sit around and smoke and do nothing when there are like 800 things running through my head.  But it’s like I’m almost trying to start something because I can’t handle the sugar coat.  I know I shouldn’t do that, but we’ve been dating for awhile and I just can’t believe he’s never been short with me.  It’s almost unreal.  I really shouldn’t be posting this shit online, but fuck it, no one even reads this. 

I guess I’m just stressed out.  and I miss my home.  I haven’t been in my house since August, that’s kind of a while, I guess.  I would just go home next weekend, but I have dance commitments until the second weekend in March, and then it’s finals so what’s the point? 

Maybe it’s not stress though, because I can handle everything I’m doing right now.  I’m actually pretty proud of myself for that.  A month into the quarter and despite my ~14/15 hour days, I’ve gone to every class and rehearsal, I’ve never been late to anything, and I’ve done all of my work.  That should count for something.  I think I just need someone to talk to, and I feel like I don’t have anyone right now.  

And to tack on one more thing, I’ve been really down in the dumps regarding my body image.  Everything/everyone has been really triggering lately.  I’m really trying to keep my cool, but it’s been especially hard this month..

Ah okay I need to stop ranting and go to bed.

I just want to dip out of my life for a little while.  Maybe just a few days or something, but I can’t because of work and rehearsal fuck.  

No, you know what, fuck it. I have an idea

11 more weeks until the best day of my life

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pointeshoesecrets:

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Viktor & Rolf Haute Couture s/s 2014 

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championcoolbreeze:

obfuscatingdeity:

the thing to realize here is that conservatives find the idea of paying workers a livable wage so absurd that they make hyperbolic comparisons like this

because fifteen dollars and hour and a hundred thousand dollars an hour both mean the same thing to them; more than you deserve

^That commentary is very important.

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Students on the steps of Santa Monica High School, 1920 | Santa Monica, CA
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Students on the steps of Santa Monica High School, 1920 | Santa Monica, CA

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coachmelissag:

After yesterday’s January Surge, I am so ridiculously motivated.  Last night I actually had to FORCE MYSELF to shut down and go to sleep :)  Motivation.  It’s beautiful :)  And here I am, BACK AT IT AGAIN TODAY! :)  No matter the obstacles or crap in my way, I feel unstoppable :)  I feel like I have no limits….because that’s the reality!  The only limits out there are the ones I put on myself!  
So hi, hello, good morning, get up and get at it today :)  
My job, my mission, my GOAL is to help you reach YOUR goals.  So how can I help YOU today?

coachmelissag:

After yesterday’s January Surge, I am so ridiculously motivated.  Last night I actually had to FORCE MYSELF to shut down and go to sleep :)  Motivation.  It’s beautiful :)  And here I am, BACK AT IT AGAIN TODAY! :)  No matter the obstacles or crap in my way, I feel unstoppable :)  I feel like I have no limits….because that’s the reality!  The only limits out there are the ones I put on myself!  

So hi, hello, good morning, get up and get at it today :)  

My job, my mission, my GOAL is to help you reach YOUR goals.  So how can I help YOU today?

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