If I were mid-life, this would be my crisis...

*sigh* I have lost myself.

I don't know what I want to do anymore. I want to go to BGSU but money looks like a not good situation. I also want to switch my major to vocal performance... or at least minor in it. I need to find out what I want to do with the rest of my life without having to take a year off of school. My dad would kill me if I told him I wanted to do that. He would do that and or make my life absolutely miserable. Not that he doesn't sometimes already... but still. I dunno.

Fuckin' hell. I just wanna be happy. I guess that's a lot to ask.

Golly, I'm such a sap!

I miss you.

I miss how you hold me when we sleep.

I miss your hugs.

I miss your kisses.

I miss how you look at me.

I miss your cuddling with me.

I miss your smile.

I miss your laugh.

I miss how you say my name, and how you call me "hon".

I miss waking up next to you.

I miss falling asleep next to you.

I miss rolling over at night and cuddling closer to you.

I miss how you keep me warm when I'm cold.

Basicallly, I miss everything about you. Is that okay with you?

What does this mean?

Mroof. So, I knew she wasn't single, I told her I liked her anyway. Timing sucked, but she needed to know. And I needed to tell her.

So I did. We're friends, pretty good friends actually. I don't know if she likes me too, but I get that vibe when she sits by me at play rehearsals. :-/

Grarrg. What does it all mean????

Description of myself for my first blog.

I am The Cutebeast. Pretty much that's all you need to know.

I model.

I sing.

I act.

I have lots of friends that love me lots and lots.

I've often described myself as a poet without the gift for words, and as an artist that can't paint or draw.

I love zebra print and the color green.

I love makeup and clothes and jewelry and shoes.

I'm delicately strong.

I'm an insomniac to the max.

I'm a cuddle slut.

I want too much out of life, and not enough.

But so far, I like my life and how it's turned out.

Now all that's left is to see where it goes from here.