I hate letting people down. My friend asked me if I could take in a dog for a month or two because she's going to college and she can't have him there. I'd been trying to find a solution to the problem but the parents said, "No, he'd be too much to handle" la di da. So the answer was no, and now she has to sell the dog. I feel like shit. I wish I could've helped. I love puppies. But as long as that dog isn't on the street or something, I guess he'll be okay. Sorry KT, I tried.
Onto happier things. For one I've started decorating and such and such. Well, redecorating. I think what's going to happen is
1) I'm going to clean off my dresser and nighttable. It's needed. My dresser is turning into a volcano.
2) I'm taking down and replacing a bunch of posters. These are mostly band posters, a lot of which were really cheap and came out of magazines. I took down my Underoath poster last night and replaced it with a piece of "art" that I did (and by "art", I mean I took a frozen food box, painted it black, and glued a picture of Gwen Stefani on it, and on top of that, taped a little speech bubble of her saying, "Sometimes you have to sacrifice performance for high heels"). I'm going to be taking down a lot of things and possibly replacing them with new things. Don't know what exactly yet. I know for sure what I'm keeping though. All my ticket stubs. The piano chords poster (my mom says I have to, if I want to learn my chords for church). The Titanic poster. The Secret Garden poster. The Hawthorne Heights tour poster from last year. The Keane tour poster. Everything else is up in the air.
3) I need a vanity table. This will make life easier for me and my habit of putting makeup on for every occasion. I may just take my mom's table and she gets a new one.
4) I'm getting all these fucking stars off my wall. It's not 1998 and I'm not an eight-year-old Tiger Beat reader.
5) Possibly painting. I have to get everything out from underneath all the furniture first.
6) Vacuuming. That would probably be in my immediate future. First to get the booger downstairs.
Onto happier things. For one I've started decorating and such and such. Well, redecorating. I think what's going to happen is
1) I'm going to clean off my dresser and nighttable. It's needed. My dresser is turning into a volcano.
2) I'm taking down and replacing a bunch of posters. These are mostly band posters, a lot of which were really cheap and came out of magazines. I took down my Underoath poster last night and replaced it with a piece of "art" that I did (and by "art", I mean I took a frozen food box, painted it black, and glued a picture of Gwen Stefani on it, and on top of that, taped a little speech bubble of her saying, "Sometimes you have to sacrifice performance for high heels"). I'm going to be taking down a lot of things and possibly replacing them with new things. Don't know what exactly yet. I know for sure what I'm keeping though. All my ticket stubs. The piano chords poster (my mom says I have to, if I want to learn my chords for church). The Titanic poster. The Secret Garden poster. The Hawthorne Heights tour poster from last year. The Keane tour poster. Everything else is up in the air.
3) I need a vanity table. This will make life easier for me and my habit of putting makeup on for every occasion. I may just take my mom's table and she gets a new one.
4) I'm getting all these fucking stars off my wall. It's not 1998 and I'm not an eight-year-old Tiger Beat reader.
5) Possibly painting. I have to get everything out from underneath all the furniture first.
6) Vacuuming. That would probably be in my immediate future. First to get the booger downstairs.
Year One looks really good. Kind of.
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