Venting

I spilled nail polish remover in my laptop keyboard and now it wont type. I have to call HP but my cell phone service sucks and my phone is dying. There is toothpaste all in my backpack.

Update: I called HP and right when the guys said, "Ok here is what you can do..." my phone died and there is nowhere in my dorm with service that my charging cord can reach.

bangs.

Yep, I am pretty sure I need bangs again. Without bangs I look like a man.

Change

‎"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.” - Anatole France


This quote was on Criminal Minds and I love that show. I have a complete love/hate relationship with change. I was ready for college because I was tired of Raleigh and all its sameness. I wanted a clean slate, somewhere to move in and redecorate, and new scenery, but when I was there all I wanted was my sameness back. I think that is the part of my old life dying. I mean, there are people and places that I will never forget and they will always be a part of my life, but they will never play the same part in my life. A part of myself is left behind and it must have been a big part because I miss it. Now it is time for me to die to my old life. Not my best friends and not Raleigh, but to the parts they used to play in my life. 

Once you want it to begin,
No one really ever wins
In heartbreak warfare