When I grow up.

I'm tired of trying so hard for you. But I'll continue to. Plans are to go to another fair tomorrow. We have to leave at nine. Sunday is my sleeping in day. Oh well. Mother is buying me skinnies tonight. Britney Spears is stuck my head. Maybe I'll break in the jacket in this week. I got my peach kefir. I want to try my hand at writing a journal. Problem is you can't just go back and delete it like this. I'm too much of a perfectionist. I hate perfectionists though. My feet are cold but the rest of me is hot. I stay dressed until nine in case people want to hang out. Popcorn makes me feel fat. Don't let me eat more popcorn. I'm starting the Great Gatsby. I put the pore strip to high and it didn't get where most of my black heads are. Someone stole the developer from the photo lab so I could only make prints. I'm really starting to dig Fever Ray. I think I'm going to wake up before the sun tomorrow. Just because I miss mornings. We'll see how that goes.