I got too much to say for it to be important

See, I want to be stylish and also pretty. Those are things you're born with though, right?

So what you see is what you get, ladies and gentlemen. Take or leave. Even borderline frumpy, shy girls have some awesomeness and cuddliness to offer. I just don't want to turn into something you'd see on peopleofwalmart.com. Watch me. I can at least not get to that point. Unless said people are happy with they way they are. More power to them, in that case. I say, wear leopard print anything that's three sizes too small. I wouldn't wanna look at ya, but as long as you're happy. Good.

My lotion smells good though. That's one thing I can control. It smells like a fuzzy fall sweater. Mmm, fall.

If you live in the same town as I do, and you hate 98% of things in said town as much as I do, just look at the freaking mountains right now. They've got a layer of green, mossy trees all over, with fiery red accents that you couldn't make up. It gives a person some grounding and a reminder that all's not lost.

There are some decent people in this town. I love it, but I'm ready to be gone. Too much has happened.

A definite plus, this is coming back into my life within the next month or so: