guh.

Have you ever had one of those days/weeks/months where all you wanted to do was bitch?
where nothing in life put you in a good enough mood?
where you felt like playing the poor poor me card for far too long?
where even the way the person across the room is breathing is pissing you off?

How the hell do you get out of that funk? Cuz right now I just want to complain about evvvery thing when frankly things are going pretty well and I need to learn how to put that into conversation, I guess its just my lovely week and there is nothing that can change that.

I think I will try to use this to fill in my notebook and write myself out of the mood but suggestions are welcome.

<3

I adore my friends... a lot.

Things I Like About Tori
by ****** *********,*******.
NSFW
I like the way tori gets lost in nostalgia sometimes when she's drinking.
I like the look tori gets when she's thinking about being devious, even though she's still a good girl.
I like getting mexican food with Tori because her spanish accent is extremely attractive, and she bursts into it uncontrollably.
I like the way tori says the word "perfect" with a brief, almost non-existant pause in the middle. Though she's usually talking about someone else, if i close my eyes, it's about me.
I like tori's inexplainable need to keep trinkets from forever ago.
I think the world is rich for having her in it.
I like tori's amazing ability to command everyone's attention when she walks into a room.
I like that she always seems to be looking at me at the very moment that I catch myself staring at her.
I like lots of things.

Poem I found while going through old college papers

Somthing About Nothing
by victoria small

Spent the day in classes,
Never heard a teacher.
Somethings always going on up there,
A whole lot of something about nothing.
Losing focus brings mediocracy.

Spent the next hour eating,
Tought and dreamed,
About nothing.
Friends laugh,
Losing charisma makes one boring.

Spent the night wandering
From friend to friend
From 7-11 to ally ways
Spent the whole time singing something
But to you its nothing
Lack of personality makes you dead.

Spent the morning sleeping
So many stories in that girls head
She dreams about everything
But to you its nothing
Thoughts don't matter
Isn't that what you said?



This by far isn't one of my best poems, but I don't really remember writing it and it kind of just struck me I remember being obsessed with mediocracy and charisma ....
neat.