this time last year vs. right now,

Last year, I hung out with hella STP folks. Kicked it with older cats. Had fun, but always felt just a little bit left out because of the age difference.

This year, I'm hanging out with people my own age. We have hella shit in common. I'm closer to some than others. But I've definitely been enjoying myself.

The change was for the better in the end.

Rat a Tat Tat is growing up...

So lately I've been wearing mascara. It's amazing how many people notice, since I usually wear ZERO make-up. Mascara is just so easy. I feel like if I wore eyeliner, I would draw hella crooked lines on my eyelids. Hard times.

And so the make-up adventures begin.

No homework, no worries.

I'm hella excited for this weekend. Actually, just SATURDAY.

• Shopping with Miranda in SF ( I need to buy presents for Mitch, Austin, Vincent, Shane, and mah two grannies. I also need prom earrings! Tryna be a tad bit flashy.)
• Probably gonna fuck around and try on random dresses we can't afford.
• Hairspray at night! Tryna support Donna, since she has more than one line this year. GET IT GIRL.
• Fenton's afterwards. It will be Miranda's first time there and I'm tryna get them to sing happy birthday to her since her 18th was Tuesday. Plus I want fries. 
• HUGE sleepover at Jeneba's! Best believe we will all be on as fuck. I hope I don't end up sleeping on the ground... that shit ain't cool. But AYEEE, keep it lit.

Winter break is so close, just one more week of school! Then Winterball, then my 18th, then Teacher Talent Show, then AYS assembly, then prom, then who gives a fuck what comes next. (GRADNITE!)

Back in Action

Tumblr is not a happy place for me anymore, but I'm not tryna quit that shit cold turkey. My friends are on Tumblr, along with funnyass shit.

It's been a year since I've hopped on to this blog. I've been enjoying my senior year. Partying and kicking it with a new group of friends. Granted, I really miss those nights where we'd stay up HELLA late playing spades, but it's good.

I'm not completely comfortable with these new people I've been kicking it with. More comfortable with some than others. I guess I fear judgement, but at the same time, I give no fucks about what they think about me. Conflicting feelings.