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 Little surprises are amazing. Even the little tiny ones. Just because they are so great.

The right music is phenomenal at the right moment.

Mindset = EVERYTHING.

THEREFORE, at the end of this semester, I declare myself 

NEW

And stuff. Yeah. :D SO.

To hell with you judgmental people. This is me. To hell with the rest of y'all. From this point on, I don't give a damn who does or does not know.
((Disclaimer: This doesn't mean I'm going to go proclaiming it at the top of mine lungs, oh no. But if you ask, I won't deny it.)) 

SO OFF WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Lol, are we riding the minority bus? I wanna drive!
They're gonna think you're insane, sweetheart. You're talking to yourself.
No, I'm not. I'm talking to you. We're the same person.
...Touche.

EDIT: gen8's little facemaker thing on dA is hella addicting when one is in an extremely good mood that will never end ever. I've inadvertently created a portrait of roughly five of my friendies. And when I get back from my juries today, I'm going to make more. So... Yeah. Creds go to her for the program on which I made my happy new icon.

Trololololo~

Σ'αγαπο!!!!!

 Totally unrelated title, sorry.

H'okay. So. This week is going to be better than last week. I proclaim it so.
Because I'm going to get my shit together and beat this week over the head with a stick.
Aye.

Last Monday broke me. Like, honestly. Something inside me shattered into little pieces, and it left me kinda broken and naked. I was vulnerable to the max last week, and I really didn't want people to see me like that. I was broken and torn and miserable. I didn't want people to see this side of me, so I kinda separated myself. I hated myself for it, but meh. Whatevs.

There's going to be a massive construction post pretty soon. I'll be working on it for ever and ever, because I'm kinda reconstructing myself. Not making a 'new' me, but figuring out the me that's under all these layers of sarcasm and second-nature smiles. All my life, I've shaped myself to be what people told me to be. to be what they wanted me to be, to be what they needed me to be. Mom always got upset when I'd cry. (Younger, emotional years. I could've been violent and set things on fire, but no. I cried.) I don't cry anymore, because Mom got upset. If a friend is in need, I'll do whatever I can to help them. I'm a shoulder to cry on if needed. An ear that listens whenever needed. I'm a box of different masks and moods and layers upon layers of paint-by-situation. Somewhere under there is Katelynn. I'm going to find her during the next few weeks. Yes.

Tangent: You have veryveryvery pretty blue eyes. And you should not tease me with them~ ^///^

Tan2: Marco Kon has the most ridiculously mesmerizing voice. Like... I shouldn't like it. But I do. And it's so weeeeeird.

T3: You're super nice. Really. But I really hope you aren't trying to start something, because I just don't see you like that. Good friends, yes...? :/ Sorry, dahling.

In other news: Arby's is open on Sundays. Boss doesn't show on Sundays, though. Which means I didn't really get in trouble, but I still felt silly. Oops. Silly Katelynn. No pay for you today!

Also: Tom Siddell - I heart your face. Gunnerkrigg is teh winz~

P.S.: "Just get outta my, outta my, outta my head~"

Music and thinking about possibilities and being positive about possibilities while knowing not to get too hopeful is yay~!///^

...Damn your eyes. Why do the good ones always have pretty eyes? Then I stare, and they catch me staring, an it gets all awkward. :P

Aaaaand, the point of this post just went to crap. I'm rambling. Whee~

G'night, group. Here's to a better, shinier week~ -rasies glass-

Σαγαπο~<3