No, seriously. I went back and re-read some of my old journals. Like, sixth-grade-old. That's MANY years ago. It shows. I feel like I need to wash out my eyes, but mostly because I am so ashamed that my grammar and spelling were EVER that bad.
From what I could discern from the chicken-scratch that was my handwriting (okay, some things haven't changed), I was your typical 11-year-old girl...who was absolutely obsessed with fantasy novels and doodled medieval characters in the margins every chance she got. But in all seriousness, some of that crap is pure gold. You can totally tell that I was a total bookworm because words like "refrain" and "serendipitous" will crawl their ways onto the page in between misspellings like"schedual." The pretentiousness has been there from a very early age. I'm just glad it had years of self-importance to help foster it and allow it to grow into something truly obnoxious.
In related news, IT'S SPRING BREAK, BABY. And the beauty of being an RTVF major is that I DON'T HAVE FINALS. Which means I GET TWO WEEKS OF BREAK.
Capslock off.
This is great. I'm literally doing nothing but sitting on my ass and watching "Lost." Walls told me that my relationship with this show would be come a love-hate one, and I'm starting to understand why. It's like you can't not watch it because to skip it would be to cheat. And I can't cheat a TV show in good conscience. My morals won't allow it. I may be hazy on the ethics of a lot of situations (killing children...eh. They're sticky and annoying), but I will never cheat on a television show. Please. I have priorities. I'm not some godless animal.
(I tried to Google "chained to TV" and instead the internet gave me a picture of a man chained to a monkey. Internet, I know that people have been saying this for years but...you're weird.)
A happy spring break to all, and to all a good night!
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