Wow. Today. todaytodaytoday. I think I need a hug. Not a little brother hug, where's it's either paired with repeated...and repeated...and repeated pats on the back, or ends after a couple second, when they yell "freak!" and dart off to otherwise occupy themselves. Not a dad hug, where he says, "Hey Becca, thanks for the hug! I really love you!" after every time. Not a mom hug, where it's gentle and she rubs my back then lays out her strategy for banishing my stress or melancholyness. I guess, just a wordless, firm, helpful help. I don't need it of course. But they can help upon occasion. Sometimes a hug is all it takes.
When do you call it when The Office episodes are a disappointment? I thought I'd never see the day. I keep waiting for something to happen, and nothing does. How frustrating. I've started keeping a journal. I find it helps, and even thought I may not realize it (I'm sure you all have - well, the two of you) that I have a lot to say. It kind of helps, because I haven't really been as wild with my emotions as last year. Putting it out on paper helps me recognize the emotions are there, even if it doesn't include throwing tantrums and screaming my head off. And funnily enough, I don't remember ever losing my voice last year. I guess my esophagus saw the terrible preteen round coming and buffed up, giving me sort of a temporary immunity for the world of frog-in-throatness, which would have undoubtedly driven me up the wall last year. But now that I've decided to sort of control myself, whenever I get hyped up, my voice fails on me. A terrible thing.
What offends you? I don't get offended too easily. I don't like people hating on my family. I don't really care when B-H tells me Proactiv would really help, because my forehead had gotten so read over the summer. And I don't mind people informing me that they know more about something then me, as in "You don't really know anything about Halo, do you?" or whatever. Because, though it's probably rhetorical, it's simple enough to respond, "Nope."
Well, Imma go strengthen my pinky's. Seeyalateralligator.
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A hug. Yeah. Yeah! Can't wait till I come back. Yeah I guess hugs do help a lot sometimes. Not that I would know. Sigh. But yes. Normally, when someone says they need a hug, I assume that that means their day was not the best. So I will assume that and say that I hope you/your days get better. If this is the wrong assumption, I am sorry. But I hope you get the hug you want.
Wow. I'd call that... when reality catches up with a modern TV show. Ooh a journal. Nice. Yeah. I imagine it does help. I liked your explanation of your losing-of-your-voice.
Offending things offend me. It's good you don't get offended easily. Great. Forehead had gotten so read? M...mk. Yeah I mean, you just choose the things you're interested in, the things you like and the other stuff might be pursued because of peer pressure or whatever and don't matter really.
Strong pinky- that's cool! Yeah see you later. 9 months. Approximately.
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