Shake it off.

I have a few noteworthy things to blog about tonight. Here they are in order of importance.

1.) I love ASOS. This neoprene pleated skirt is to die for. Would anyone else wear this color?

I would.

P.s those shoes!!!

2.)  It's beginning to get colder and colder as each day goes by. And when it gets cold I like to still look cute. I mean who looks cute in like ten layers of thick sweaters? Well if it's a cute sweater dress like this! 

I'm not a HUGE fan of Stella McCartney, but this is a huge exception. (and a few of her other items!) 

3.)  I love capes. They're so cool . And there was one that was a part of the Jack Wills fall collection. Which is to just die for, and I still want the Albury Cape if anyone wants to spend some money on me (; but Capes are cool. And while the one from Jack wills is a little dressy this one from Rachael Zoe is a little more wearable year round. And just as cute. 

4.) Things are getting scarier and scarier in my life. I'm taking turns that I never thought I would. I'm doing things that I find just unfathomable in my character. I'm looking at my reflection in the mirror wondering where I went. Who am I? For these things that I do I would never do. I would never even take a step forward to even try. But here I am. dancing with, what is this? I'm not even sure what to call this. All I know is that I would never do this. But I have.

5.) My mother. I don't even know what to say. We talked on the phone. And I suppose in a way I did exactly what she said Iwas doing. Sparring her feelings. But isn't that what I do? Spare people their feelings. But I can't keep doing that. I can't keep bottling my own feelings in order to spare theirs. Maybe I'll be done.

6.) Muffins. Gawwwddd. I want muffins so bad. They sound sooooo gooood right now. Like a delicious banana nut muffin. with a delicious little piece of butter in the middle. Mmmmmm. Muffins. 

I've been eating like a mad man these past few hours.

Lets recount.

Half a pizza. (I hate pizza)

A fried egg and two pieces of toast,

actually four pieces of toast.

a thing of yogurt (and i hate yogurt) 

a few scrambled eggs. 

two apples

and a bowl of popcorn. 

That was all today. (in the few hours that I was awake) 

Still hungry. 

a;daljdak

now time for super cool pictures.

Hm. i tried to make that a super cool asian sentence 

but i couldn't think of any.

Anything?

I just don't have anything to say.
"If you ever do you should."
...
"And if it was my way you'd come live with me."
Where do you live?
"In Madison."
 . . .
"Silent again."
. . .

"I love you Morgan."
I love you too.

I dont' know how I feel about any of this. It's all so strange. Am I awake?
Am I asleep?
Why do you care?
Actually, more accurately  since when do you care?
Anyways.
I have no energy to blog.
I spent the last night, or monday night or something in the hopsital ER. And they sent me home at three am.
I just found out that I have a stomach infection?
I think that's wrong though. I don't think that that is what I have. But my stomach still hurts.
And my fricken head has been hurting for like ever.
And really bad when I blink, but the ER didn't care about that.
I don't really remember much of anything that happened.
I just remember this one nurse guy who was trying to hook up my IV SHOVED it in the wrong spot, and like he seroiusly shoved it. And my arm went to sleep and it felt like pins and needles. and just bad bad bad bad bad.
and I still don't feel good.
I'm so nauseous and head achy and weak and not good not good.

And something else weird happened last night at the ER. Well actually it was two nights ago, but I slept through all of that.
But one of the nurses, the one that put my IV in correctly said sometihng about my scars.
Which was really weird.
Because no one ever says anything about my scars.
And she was all, "it makes me sad seeing people with this. How long ago?"
and I lied. As liars usually do. "Three years."
"well. atleast now you can wear them like saying look at all of the things I've overcome."
But I haven't overcome anything.

Today was a good day.

I know, that title. It sure is eye catching.
Oh please give me a break. I'm exhausted. So fricken sleepy.
But I just wanted to make like a prologue to the next blog that I will be making.
Basically summing up todays events.
With photos! Oooohhh exciting! I know, I live an exciting life fo'sho'.
well I had a really good day.
I received a parking ticket sometime ago (don't worry it was a warning)
and they typed in the wrong street address, saying i was on marble,
when i was truly on martha, So yeah. I found marble street and took some images of that.
well actually Joey did.
And then I found Morgan st (:
and even though it was his first day out of the hospital we went on an adventure.
hikin' through the woods.
Even though he really really shouldn't be doing that sort of thing.
But oh well.
What can you do i guess right?
He's active and I don't think anyone can stop him from adventuring around.

I'm gonna pass out either from the shear pain throbbing inside of my skull or sleep.
either way.

Au Revoir.

Dynamo.

If you Have ever wondered

So that's basically how I was made.
Socially awkward and addicted to the internet.
And super fricken sexy.
(wow. morgan ego much?)
Yes. Yes,I have an ego and it's really big and if you stroke it sometimes it will grow.
(ish morgan, really?)

Anyways. So that's how I was born. God was like "Yeah. super sexy socially awkward internet addict."
But here's a cool story.
My father comes into my room last night and every time it's just him and I in my room or anywhere alone I think of this thing that he told me when I was like seven, I don't know why it stuck in my memory but it always has, and this quote that I'm thinking baout that he said was, "Morgan, if I ever ask you to do something you don't want to do just tell me no."
And my dads not weird or a creep or anything, but that has always creeped me out and stuck in my memory.
But anywho.
So my dad comes in and is all, "can i just lay down in your bed,"
me: No that's weird.
Him; you're right that's weird and then he lays down on my floor and whatever.
You know what this was just a really weird night.
Because it was my father and my brother laying on my bedroom floor talking about sex with the ladies.
and how my fatehr migth have some illigitimate child who's like nineteen or twenty now or something like that.
And it was weird.
and then my brother went to bed and my father continued to sleep on my bedroom floor.
What a weird life I live.

Hey. So, get better.

So my best friend in the whole absolute world (besides Sydnee (; ) is in the hospital.
I don't know what's wrong with him to be exact,
something about something that's kinda like a stress fracture?
Idk. Something.
But today I spend the entire day in the hospital.
And i really really really like hospitals.
Like legits alot.
And So today was nice. There was scrabble, pizza (WHICH DID YOU KNOW COULD BE ORDERED WITHOUT CHEESE? Yeah. itwas a great day.) and I don't even remember, just good chummy friendliness You'know?
And i love days like this; just chillin'.
But also, it makes me really really really sad to see Joey in the hospital like this; all in gowns and wheel chairs and things because he's like the most active person I know. He's always climbing things and crawling around and exploring things.
Oh my gosh, I guess this means no adventures for awhile :(
Well, tha'ts okay becasue it's cold out and we have like a weeks worth of movies that we need to watch. So i guess it's not that bad. And it's cold. Did I mention it's going to get cold? I do'nt like the cold. So this whole joey can't do much for awhile might be a little okay because i'm a lazy person in general, but it's still sad becasue he's so active and he can't be right now :P
"Mom! Just let me wear my dress!" Joey. Best quote ever I think.
But you know what. everything changes with time. and soon before you know it he's going to be dragging me down the side of cliff faces again. *_* and we're going to somehow find our selves wayy up in two harbors or maybe even Canada or something. Ahaha.
But anyways. I'm just glad that I got to see him today because I haven't seen him in like a week.
And I know that sounds kinda crazy like, "oh my god, you haven't seen him in a week? what, is he crack?" <- sarcasm.
But no, he's my best friend and we hang out like everyday or practically close to it. So it's a big deal. to me atleast.
oh and I met his mother who i guess has been wondering who I was, and I've been wondering about her. but we 've never met until today. she gave me a hug. (: and that was nice.
and i met his little brother whom  i've also heard a lot about and he's SO CUTE.
LIK EOH MY GOD> CUTEST LITTLE KID IN THE WHOLE WORLD.
IT was insane.
We played a board game together (; and somehow I beat him, and I felt bad D:
oh and i met his dad, and his grandmother (i think it was his grandma? she seemed young to be a grandma, but what do i know/) So basically it was a whole family meet and greet deal.
haha.
I'm so absolutely fricken tired.
I need sleep now.
Good night.
AU revior.

Dynamo.

Uhh. Underwear...

Alright. So i finished part one of my essay, I feel like i can make a blog and not feel guilty.
(Morgan, it's friday... you have other homework too...)
No guilt! (:
Anyways. So my cat Hank is clingy to me, he  follows me and whines and blah blah blah, basically he's in love with me. (And yes he has food and water and his litter box is clean so no he doesn'tjust want me to clean up his shit, he really loves me.)
And so he wanted to go outside. Well it's realllllyyy windy at my house and that scared him.  So he didn't want to go outside, but then two minutes later there he is again, whining at the door to go outside. So i openthe door and he gets all scared again and so i try to coax him out bu going out there and sitting and beeing all "Come here hank. come one, come outside." and so he takes like three steps a big gust of wind comes and he high tails it back into the house. Frusterated i tell myself, "alright that's the last time i let you out."
two minutes later i find myself back outside trying to coax him out. But this time i'm walking around the deck (which kinda wraps around our house) so i'm being all "come on. come here." as i walk around the house and he follows and i lead him down the stairs and he still follows and then when he's in the grass i think, "well my job is finished i can go inside and finish that paper"
But then as I'm taking in the nice breezes (which are very refreshing)
I look around and i see my neighbors car parked in their driveway. And then I see them.
And not only do they see me.
But they see me in my t-shirt and undies.
Yep.
(it's okay though, they're gay so it was probably just as weird for them as it was for me.) well it's not okay...
So anyway, what i feel like might've been super awkward eye contact I run back into the house. and now i'm' peaking out the window every now and then to see what they're doing.
Creep.

Oh my god. I killed steve jobs.

So a few days ago I posted this

"

I think it's a great idea to have strong healthy citizens, but I don't think it still applies to today. I don't think so because there are so many advances in technology today that we don't need to be physically healthy or strong because we have machines to do these things for us. Take for example Steve Jobs. He created the entire Apple corporation and has cancer and is continuously fighting cancer. We all know that Cancer is an extreme life threatening disease and that most people don't survive having it. But here he is making millions of dollars by continuously creating small pieces of technology that we know and love all while battling cancer.
And for another example take Stephen Hawking. He is a theoretical physicist and a cosmologist. He's a professor. He's a genius. And he's almost completely paralyzed. A long time ago that wouldn't have happened, he probably wouldn't have lived past a young age, but here he is teaching classes at Universities and writing books.A long time ago having cancer or being paralyzed would have made you an invalid in Greece, but today it does not truly matter your physical state of being but rather your mental state of being.""

And, Now steve Jobs is dead.

I am psychic!

And i killed him! :(

I feel so terrible.

i'm going to wa tch what i say frm now on.

as i leave crazy typos...