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Dear Me! 4

Well my day isn’t anywhere close to being finished but I just had to update this…I can’t believe this. I just finished watching the series (if you can call it that, miniseries maybe?) Sherlock and well first off, I love it…it goes up there with Psych and that says a lot because I am obsessed with that series, but that’s not it. The way it ended was so suspenseful it’s not funny! I can’t wait for the next season plus I wish it was longer *wines*. Ok ok I will admit that since I first read the Sherlock Holmes book I have been obsessed with it. It is one of my all time favorite detective book. It’s probably one of the roots of why I wanted to be a detective in the first place…Not that I still want to be one, just saying. Ah! How could they end it like that…but I guess how they get people to want to watch more of it. Any who, I feel great (although I still have NO internet, but whatever. I proved the library wrong and found the book that they claimed I had on their own shelf. (Yeah I stuc...

Dear Me! 3

So life sucks…well it really doesn’t but anyway…I had this thing with my Spanish project and the fact that I had no internet and I didn’t want to go through the trouble of going to places that I could get it. Sigh, I am definitely sad….but things are looking up. I’m just not sure which direction of up I should be looking. So I decided to put more songs on my MP4 today and I realized that the screen had a check on it. On the inside not on the outside, so that part of the screen looked kind of yellow. =P that truly sucks ass but it still isn’t as bad as it could have been. I mean I got new headphones for it AND it still works so I shouldn’t be complaining. Now I’m totally rocking out to some alternative (among other things) and its putting me in a good mood you know. So I got to Spanish class late today. Well my friend and I did, but it was because well…the library is beginning to suck ass and we had small things to add to our project too. But we got there about hmm 12 minutes later, I...

Dear Me! 2

Sometimes I do the strangest things. Not because I want or need the attention (not that what strange things I do always get me attention), but because it makes me feel good. Sometimes it’s something as simple as watching movies I’ve seen a hundred times or writing the weirdest poems, even feeling so emotional. Well is it my fault I am the way I am? Maybe it is…although…I love the way I am. It’s funny, when I was small, romance wasn’t my thing. When I started reading I attacked my mother’s collection of mystery books which by the way just happen to be mostly Nancy drew and Hardy Boys books. She had a lot of others adventures to and I read mostly all of those…once the romance was a sideline thing…But now as I am older what I read extends to romance as well. Now I read everything, sometimes things that I don’t think even my friends would, but books are like that. You can find a book that would fill the weirdest feeling or impulse you were having. I should be asleep right now. Its 1:21A...

Dear Me! 1

Life is a strange thing. I must say…When I got up this morning the first thing I thought about was how much I had to do. The job interview I had to get ready for the next day. The amount of homework that has been piling up on me and how much both my stomach and back hurt. I wanted to be as positive as ever, as I usually am, but Life isn’t a bowl of cherries or apples or whatever you may be into. I do believe in the power of positivity but let’s face it. I also believe that I can achieve anything I put my mind to with HARD WORK and a good frame of mind. So I went on doing a lot of nothing today…wait actually I tried to do some Spanish homework and couldn’t get much done because well I started to help my brothers and everything started to hurt, but as a started to write this all I could think was what a crock of bullshit! It’s just like with my blog, I always say “Time to update this puppy” and then I don’t. I don’t care if no one reads this. Well…I do, but if people hate who I am or ...