The past month...

[a] I don't care about rumors.
[b] Boys suck, well most...
[c] No more alcohol please.
[d] School? Uhhh, about that.
[e] Theatre, theatre, theatre...
[f] I don't care about rumors.

I'm done with this whole bullshit about me and guys and alcohol and Brandon. He let my head hit the ground. I'm DONE with that situation. I feel like crap about the other one but I'm figuring that situation out. I'm done dealing with bullshit.

Rumors? You can all kiss my ass if you're gonna start rumors. Firstly, people who don't bother to get to know someone and instead just assume bullshit that they know nothing about - I don't have any desire to know y'all. Just shows what great character you have. I don't care what anyone has to say about me or what rumors or gossip they know or are going to spread.

This is me. I am a terrific, amazing person. I'm intelligent, talented, attractive, helpful & resourceful, intuitive, caring, loving, thoughtful blah blah blah and frankly the end conclusion is that I'm an amazing person and if anyone has crap to say about me, I don't care. You don't know me, so what does it honestly matter?

So, the asshole in my life. He's gone & not coming back. This is definite.

My home made ice cream now makes me sick and I don't want to see rubinoff or cranberry juice for a while. Nor do I want to drink alcohol for a while. That smell stayed with me for three whole days. What the hell?

School = numero uno. No more bullshitting things. I'm disappearing into my work for a little while.

Theatre = something I want to get involved in. I miss it, it makes me happy. End of story.




So as of right now, I've come to the conclusion that if I could man up before, I can do it now.