Cough drops

…do not help. At all. And the ones my mommy bought were gross. Lemon. Eww. I’ve been sick with the cold all week. It was at its worst on Tuesday, and I’m now feeling a lot better. Sadly, I’m still left with a hacking cough that’s starting to sound more like wheezing now. Ughhh!!!

I’ve been going through so much stress the past few weeks. Went through the whole breakup-to-makeup thing too. But I think that things are starting to get better. I have a feeling that’s all gonna go downhill soon, though. My aunt from Montana is coming to visit during the last week of February. I love her, but dear God I can’t stand her. Everything that comes out of her mouth is just criticism or a lecture. EVERYTHING. She’s like my dad, to the 10th degree. Not only that, but she’s stuck-up and a bit of a princess. She pretty much lives in a mansion with some guy that I’ve never met, but I always hear things about him, like he races cars and used to work for Pixar and Apple. I know she means well, but sometimes you just have to back off and let people learn on their own and make their own mistakes. Just because I’m not gonna run off and get married to some rich guy doesn’t mean I’m a failure.

Santa Claus ain’t comin to town

It’s that time of year again! I’m already tired of Christmas shopping.

You know, you think you know someone…until it comes time to buy them something and you realize, “What the hell does this person like?” You go around searching from store to store, seeking out the perfect gift that will make hearts stop & jaws drop. But, there’s always that dreaded scenario that plays in the back of your mind while you’re browsing the socks and scented candles: You’re handing that person your gift, a gift that you searched 10 different stores for, and which, by the way, you nearly killed an old lady over. But she had it coming, right? She had no reason to beat you over the head with her cane. Anyways, it took a good chunk out of your wallet, but you don’t care, because it’s all in the good spirit of giving. They happily take your gift, quickly tear through the beautiful wrapping that took you a good 15 minutes (with clear tape too, none of that frosted Scotch mess), and then…boom. They stare at your gift & suddenly get that look on their face that says, “Um…is this it?” Then they smile, fakely of course, and go about opening their next gift as if what just happened, never happened. Then it hits you — you’ll never get that chunk of your wallet back. You could’ve very well given them a gift card to Target or something. Because it’s way less trashy than Wal-Mart.

Anyways, if you’re wondering if the above incident ever happened to me, it didn’t. Knock on wood. I still have many gifts left to buy, but alas! I’m running low on moolah. Big surprise, no? This is where a job would come in handy…

Oh yeah! While on my gift shopping excursion, I made my way into a few perfume stores & completely fell in love with Paris Hilton’s perfume. Omg. Damn that woman to hell! I’m gonna get it…if I don’t spend all my money on other people first.

EDIT: Oh yeah, I made this collage of Lupe Fiasco yesterday. I love it when I feel inspired. I can be in Photoshop for 3 hours straight. Too bad this only happens once in a blue moon. -_-

I don’t worry cuz everything’s gonna be alright

Because I’m currently obsessing over this lady & her new album coming out November 13th, I made this blend thingie which I think came out nicely =) I hadn’t made one in a while. I should add it to my new gallery.

In other news, lots of stress lately. But that’s not really news =P Ugh college college college. Scholarships, applications, transcripts. *tears hair out* It’s gonna be the death of me.

Anywhos, the holidays are coming. I was telling my dad, “Why does it feel like we JUST had Christmas, and it’s coming again??” He just said, “It’s called GETTING OLD.” How true -_- I didn’t think the holidays would lose their appeal to me this early in life. Oh wells. Maybe when I have kids, it’ll come back to me. =P But since I’m such an optimist, I’ve still compiled a list of things for my Christmas list, lmao. I might post it…somewhere. As of right now, Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. Yaaaay fatties!

Dyslexia of the mind…or something

Sometimes I feel like there are a lot more things that are wrong with me than I know about. I have such a hard time explaining things and just talking in general. People think that I’m just quiet because I’m shy. But even when I’m with people that I’ve known for years, there are times where I hold my thoughts in because I don’t know how to get them out. It must be genetic because my dad has the same problem. He’s even gotten help before with his speech and communicating with people, and I wonder if I should do the same. I’m so much better with written words than spoken ones because at least I get a chance to think about what I’m gonna say before I type/write it. If someone asks me a question in person, I’m all caught off-guard and it takes me a while to come up with an answer, and sometimes I’ll even ask them to repeat the question which probably makes me look like an idiot. This is why I hate “socializing” so much and I always tend to listen instead of being involved in a conversation. This sort of thing really interferes with my life and even my relationships because…what can you do when you don’t know how to communicate?