There's no place like home.

So these thoughts might be running through your head right now if you just read my last two posts.

-"Is this girl crazy"

-"Is this girl bipolar"

-"Is this girl on her period"

Only one of these answers would be correct. Well I guess two. Most of you are going to be able to guess which two they are, but in reality I think since the first blog post I've just been so happy I'm actually back. Like for realz. Its past midnight and I'm blogging. I love this me. So I'd like to say Welcome back me. You're home.

Peace out Girl Scout.

Don't go with the Flow

ALERT ALERT! THIS POST ITS TOO MUCH INFORMATION! TMI ALERT! TMI! I suggest if you are A. a boy or B. easily grossed out or C. Both A and B. do NOT read this post. You have been warned.

Mother Nature. Sometimes I really hate you. You seem to give me my gift at the worst possible moments ever. You worry me so when you don't come for 4 months, but then you come the day of my dance recital. How rude of you. And you don't just bring a small gift. You bring a HUGE ONE, thank you for being the worst possible person ever. However I am thankful for you, but not at a POOL PARTY! Really, do you hate me that much because you are absent 5 months at a time and think I'll give you a warm return if my gift is REALLY BIG.

You ruin my life sometimes. You scare me with your irregularity(NO pregnancy scare people, like something is WRONG scare), but then expect to be welcomed back. No. I will not stand for it any longer. I will not sit in your gift for two hours because I'm afraid to stand up any longer! Please become regular. I'm begging you.

Peace out Girl Scout.

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