things i want to know

For no particular reason and in no particular order, here is a list of things I want to know.

1. What exactly happened to Natalie Wood

2. How Bill Hader is so funny

3. How the blowjob came to be

4. Whether there are aliens (which there totally are, I just want a confirmation)

5. If blackholes and all that time-altering stuff really happens the way it did in Interstellar

6. How to pay taxes 

7. The explanation to all those Lincoln and Kennedy similarities because I learned about them in second grade and they are STILL FREAKING ME OUT

8. How to skateboard 

9. How to live with guilt

10. Where to find my courage

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"What's your favorite thing in your bedroom? My heart. What's your least favorite thing in your bedroom? My heart." - Ask Me Anything

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11. How to write poetry that doesn't sound pretentious

welcomeeee!

This is the place to be honest. This is the place to be free. This is where you judge me for my mind, my soul, not my face or my body. This is the place where you know me. HOW GRAND.

I see I've neglected this blog deeply. But that's mainly because nothing has happened. So I'm starting over. Oh, actually, this happened: my worst nightmare. I was lying in bed, right, and mind you, my bed is my safe place. It's where I go to hide from serial killers and the world. So just imagine how shaken I was when a spider PROPELS DOWN FROM THE FUCKING CEILING and lands on my hand. After jumping about ten feet in the air and then staring at my bed for fifteen useless minutes, I ended up shaking out my blankets and the rude-ass little spider fell onto my carpet. I squished it. But now my sense of security in life has left me entirely. I mean it, I slept in the guest room with the lights on after that. I'm still sleeping in the guest room. That was two nights ago.

Anyway, I come to you now because... I don't really know why. But I do really want to chronicle whatever special things happen, but I'd rather not have to introduce people as we go. So here is a cast of characters aka my friends, family and acquaintances that'll be popping up in posts.

Olivia: my bestest friend in the whole wide world. Do you have a friend who quite literally always seems to be on the same wavelength as you? I mean, to the point where you say the same thing more often than you should. That's Olivia. My other half.

Diana: best friend number two. My friendship with Diana is a friendship that we/others are always questioning. Not because it's bad, but because it just shouldn't work. Me, I'm pretty introverted. I read a lot. I write. I don't always speak up when I should. Diana's a firecracker. Super outspoken. She's that get-high-have-sex-turn-up friend. I think the only reason we're such good friends is because we've known each other since we were five. If we had met in high school, I don't know that we would've cared for each other much.

Jake: best guy friend. He's not like that really cute best guy friend that you see in movies. That guy friend is usually A) the one who turns out to be the love interest or B) protective, caring, and has a friendship with you that makes the audience really jealous. Jake is none of those things. In fact, he's usually the friend I tend to be angry with the most. He's not a bad guy, really, he's just kind of an asshole in really little ways. But you know. He's still my friend. And we've been friends too long for me to not ever want to speak to him again.

Cara: aspiring actress/resident drama queen.

Mrs. Sharp: next door neighbor/possible witch.

My parents: angels.

Noah: a mystery.

Sex: something I've never had.

Love: something I really want.

Thor: my cat/confidante/stress ball.

And that, friends, is our starting point.

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Love,
m.s.