boy you're just a stupid bitch, and girl you're just a no-good dick.

i felt, it's time for a blog.
even though i've got nothing too important to say, and less people read my blogs lately (well, except for a few friends, and some family) and... eh. it's overdue, i guess.
for starters, it was one of the fastest weekends ever. I mean, my god. Friday seemed like this morning.
and it's now Sunday. Well, technically 'monday' but, we're just going to say sunday.
Friday was definitely one of the most cutest days in a long time. Now and then, I wish I could replay it. Other times, it seems too surreal. Whatever it was, it was a happy-making day, so worry not.
My skin is bugging me. I hate the freckles on my arms, and the cold weather just doesn't make it feel good to touch, or look at. I feel that way at least. I'm always mostly happy with my skin in the summer, not because there's somewhat of a natural bronze tone, but it feels healthier.
Fortunately, it's slowly getting warmer. It was so beautiful today!
I spent most of it outside. I even played basketball..
That's because Bridget, Abby, and I were outside at Hampton Lakes trying to find things to do. It was really warm, but not quite warm enough for the pool. So, we laid out in our little sundresses by the pool and talked for a while. Then I turned my head and saw a cute little playground. Exploring is what we did. We played and played, and it was heaps of fun.
then next to the play ground was a tiny secluded basketball court, with a bin of basketballs and all these grills scattered around the court for grillouts and like 10 picnic tables. In our dresses, we played basketball. It looked ridiculous. I made lots of baskets, even one from half-court! (I don't know the basketball term for that.)
We played Horse and Around the World. Ha. and then laid on the court, in close perimeters, with the sun beating down on our legs.

Wow, did I really just type out my whole day at Hampton Lakes? Who the hell would even want to read that? Oh man.

my mind feels like an absolute minefield. i don't even know where to start. even if i did, it's too personal to blog about. i don't like it though, it's too much to even think. there is too much going around in there, it's driving me crazy.

ay yi yi.
on that note- sleep i go.
it feels like someone left a fiery torch down my throat that i can't retrieve.