What will I do with my life…
When I can’t deliver bows. Omg. I’m scared. WHAT WILL I DO. WHY CAN’T I DRIVE. OR FIGURE OUT HOW TO SHIP. Thinkthinkthink. Eh, but just got a crapload more fabric. Making well over 100 bows…probably 200. End of the year batch is gonna be craaaay.
In other news. Finally did my caterpillar eyebrows after 2+ months. Everyone says my eyebrows were fine, they couldn’t even tell. They lie. They always do. Hahhaha. Not dreading this week for once. Minimum days and long weekend.
APWH TEST. FEELZ.
Well. I failed. Honestly. Like WTF. I was all right ish for multiple choice, but then the essay. Like like like. DBQ! I SPENT FOREVER ON YOU BECAUSE I DIDN’T GET YOU. And the other two… You sucked too, Continuity and Change & Compare and Contrast. BSed it and hoped for the best. Done, whatever. My heart is crying. Meh, bittersweet. I just wanted to pass…but I JUST DON’T KNOW. MY WORLD IS ENDING. IF YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS EASY, IT WASN’T. SO YEAH. SHUT UP.
The apwh tag makes me feel better…ish. Cryingg. CRYINGGG.
Online Driver’s Ed: Check!
15 1/2 in a week and a day. Didn’t slack ;) — pat on the back, Janelle. Gonna get this driving stuff out of my way so I don’t have to deal with this later. Next stop after I get daaat paper in zee mail: sign up on taking the written test at the DMV. Just thinking about the DMV and how suckily suckish it is makes me not wanna drive because of its sucky process. SUCK.
On another note, most of my bows were sold.
Starting tomorrow: Drinking tea daily.
UGH. I hate tea. But it’s good for me. But I hate the taste. But it’s good for you. CONFLICTION. I gotta do what I gotta do.
…I GUESS ):
Dad: When you get a girlfriend. Boyfriend. When you get a boyfriend, he's probably gonna leave you.
Me: ...wow, that was mean.
Started Driver’s Ed.
11 days until I’m 15 1/2. Gonna get this done so I get everything relatively on time and don’t have to worry about this later….
Nope, not getting a car, but whatevssss. Rather get this checked off my list of worries and whatnots to do.
I just got super stress literally like right now. I just realized how much I have to do for my bow business. I know I can do it, but at the same time I think I bit off more than I can chew. Hmph. I wish I had help…like slaves. Heh. A car and credit card would help too. And slaves…slaves. And me being more awesome.
SO STRESSED. MEHHHHHHHHHHHH. Listlistlist…helps calm Janelle’s soul.
- Bow Ties (order materials and finish prototype…sewing machine?)
- New batch of bows by next week (GOAL: 50-100 assorted…T____T)
- Clean my bow crap and freaking organize.
- Count money, lol.
People are so fucking messed up sometimes.
Like, no. You do not fucking talk to my best friend like that and do it off of anon. Get a life, bitch. I don’t even know why someone would say that to someone else in general. My goodness. Being an asshole isn’t gonna get you anywhere. That just makes me so angry. Wish I could actually do something about it.
Eh, tried the non-cussing thing during lent and it worked probably because it was for Jesus… better start trying that again…
Goals: April 22, 2013 (definitely put March at first…)
- Work out (lose weight, gain muscle, get stronger, stay fit, whatevs).
- Expand Bow Business (and potentially dominate the world) and get the bow ties finalized which leads to:
- LEARN HOW TO SEW. Wish we had home economics sometimes…
- Start a YouTube channel primarily focused on beauty (with music covers, vlogs, DIYs, girl talks/advice, etc. And dominate the world).
- Find a nice boy, ahahha.
- Get demm grades up and stop zoning out of school. OR: GET SMARTER.
- Start steaming my face more…definitely got lazy on that over break.
- Yep, lists make me more optimistic. I’m a lister.
Kill them with
knives kindness silence.
Deucesssss, Sand Diego bound.
First time taking the train alone, scurrrred.
I feel like crap. Headacheeeeeeeee.
I think I almost figured out how to make a bow tie. Just gotta get a prototype done and then start selling for prom season.