So randomly this morning
there was a bunny rabbit in my yard. So I called my mom and was like 'there is a rabbit in our front yard' and she laughed at me and told me things I could do.
forty minutes later she asked what happened.
'I caught the bunny rabbit.'
'you did'
'I named him Norbert'
'You have an hour an a half to get rid of the rabbit.'

Forty minutes of me and Eric chasing a rabbit around. And we successfully caught it under my trailer in the backyard. Rabbits are a joke.

Dreaming old dreams, wishing old wishes.

Sometimes, in the most random of moments while simply driving around, I'll see your car. Even the slightest bit of you makes a deep crimson rise to my face, seeing your ear or the back of your neck. And suddenly in that moment I can hear the bass of your music, too loud, too sharp, too perfect. Even the junk sounded good while I was there beside you. Singing along, messing up the lyrics, but getting them right. Dancing dangerously as our parents have warned us not to. Seeing your car, exactly how I remember it; the shade of the color, the rust spots, the dents and curves, it almost makes me believe again. Seeing your jawline, even from a distance and through layers of windshield glass, and I can hear the bass again. But you can't hear mine. I don't have faith in that; anymore.

I am happy, I swear.

Well, it's been lovely, darling.
But I'm afraid I'll have to pass.


I'm tired of dreaming of people who aren't my friends anymore.

I'm not happy right now. Bullet points, shall we?

• I just want a break. 
• Trying to study for too many finals=not focusing on any of them
• I need to tell baby bird to stop coming home because I'm tired of crying every time he leaves.
• CAN THERE BE ENOUGH HORMONES IN MY LITTLE BODY?
• I don't want to do the crash course anymore. I'd rather stay home and watch sad movies all day.
• I dreamt in facial steps last night. I don't think that's healthy.
• I'm too jealous of a person.
• Jealousy deserves two bullet points.
• Three actually
• I'm over this whole waking up and having a period when I shouldn't be having one thing.
• Can someone please not be too busy to listen to me. Maybe even let me stress cry a bit on their shoulder. Please? 

You can't spell school without I hate my life. Honestly.

Plus side, one final down. Got a 98. Yet somehow saying that doesn't make me feel better knowing that I won't do that good on any more of my finals. Stop being a perfectionist, Adri. You're a joke.

All of this pressure is driving me wild.

Just a few random things :) In my esthetics class we weren't allowed to shave anything. I know, it sounds crazy, but it was literally against the rules because we needed to practice waxing on each other all the time. But I figured that because the semester is almost over that I could just shave my legs. SCARIEST THING EVER!!! I felt like I was twelve years old again! I was so afraid of cutting myself!! Isn't it strange, I am so much less afraid of waxing than shaving!!! Just thought I would share my childish moment of the weekend.
I feel that I should also share THE WORST MOMENT OF MY WHOLE LIFE. On Thursday, the esthetics lab was a little swamped, so our class was volunteered to come and help them. No big deal, right. WRONG. I'm sure none of you remember the whole Sarah Seastrand ordeal, so let me remind you. She was talking shit about me any moment that she could. Saying I was pregnant, telling my teachers that my 'boyfriend' did drugs, the whole bit. Awkward, she was there in the class. And it really wasn't that busy, so while the girls that are REALLY in the class were sitting around while I did a chin wax and back wax (the clogger was sitting around in the other class pretending to do homework) but so then we're sitting around afterwards, just me a couple teachers and Sarah. So my teacher volunteers me, once again, to wax Sarah's arm. Because she was unaware that I have a huge grudge against her. THEN, after putting away my pride and talking to her, I'm halfway done when the teacher asks me, ONCE AGAIN, to do something else. A pedicure, no biggie, right? WRONG. This man is HOMELESS. And has FOOT FUNGUS. My teachers reaction to it... wear gloves. What the hell? The whole time, I'm livid because in a real salon I would be like gtfo of my salon. And the irony of this whole thing is that earlier that day I was saying how after I'm out of school I'm never doing pedicures because they aren't worth my time. Then I get the nastiest one ever. And he was a weirdo, he had like really bad sores in between some of his toes and I think that's why he came in for a pedicure. He thought I could cure it and he wouldn't have to pay a doctors bill. So every step I did he was like, can you put that in between those toes?? Like to the scrub and everything, he wanted it in between his toes. And I was NOT about to touch in between those toes!!!! EVERY TWO SECONDS I HAD TO TELL HIM THAT NO I WAS NOT ABOUT TO PUT ANYTHING IN BETWEEN HIS TOES. It was a piece of shit. Moral of the story: stop donating money to homeless people because all they do with it is torture me by getting pedicures. Ugh, couldn't change my gloves enough or use enough hand sanitizer. Forever later and I still feel dirty.
On Friday my teacher basically gave us the best lesson ever. I wish all of you could just know Joyce, she's this adorable old woman, super conservative, super loving, amazing woman. And on Friday she was telling us about how life is too short to not live your dreams and to try everything and do what you make yourself happy. If she knew yolo she would have added that in. I love Joyce. So she inspired me. Cidesco certification here I come.... I'm gonna be in school forever.

I was born with the ability to see stars.

Does anyone remember that creepy book I read a couple months ago about the girl that LOCKED HER BROHTER IN A CUPBOARD?? Well, it's a MOVIE. On netflix!!! Naturally, I had to watch it. But I don't want to alone because when I read it I got mad nightmares or whatever. And let me just tell you how hard it is to convince ANYONE to watch a two hour movie that's completely in french so you have you read subtitles the whole time. But Eric is amazing and that's exactly how we spent our night. 'Is Anne Frank real???' This kid is my best friend. Spi'erman. I forgot to mention it, but last week when everyone went to see batman, I went and saw spi'erman. And I loved it :)) Well, that was a tangent.
So today I went to a photoshoot thing correct? And it was pretty fun. Except that Eric changed the settings on my camera and it made my memory card fill up super fast. It's ok, I was always available to hold lights. Also, it made my day when I came as a photographer and got mistaken as a model. I know I'm a child, but I really like being told that I was prettier than all the models. Anyways, so my camera was full and I was superrr bummed, but I still had fun. But then the sunset came. And I was like 'PINK AND PURPLE OH MY GOD' Literally, so stoked on life that I can hardly contain myself. But my memory card is full. Imagine me running in circles in my front yard yelling for a memory card. Because that's exactly what happened. And as we all know, sunset timing is critical you have like three minutes for prime time. And I MISSED IT. Because my memory card was full. I WAS SO MAD. Everyone knows I love sunsets and I missed a really really good one!!!!!!!! I fully blame Eric. And halfsies my communications teacher because I was inside doing homework instead of being outside enjoying nature and therefor having enough time to get another memory card. I can blame everything on my communications teacher. I tripped on a rock the other day, DAMN THAT COMMUNICATIONS TEACHER!!! DAMN HIM TO HELLLLL! See how nicely that works? ;)
Cool story, this morning I was doing my thing on the ol' FB and I was like 'Travis McCormick I remember him' and I just got to thinking about him, just little things like the time he called me when he was drunk and left me the best voicemail ever and the time that he gave me one of his old shirts, just random shit. And then later that day he called me! It was a butt dial, but I still believe in that whole 'when you randomly think about someone, they're thinking of you' Maybe he didn't think about me, but his ass did when it called me. And that's how mother earth works in mysterious ways.
You're done, Adri. Go to bed. It's been a day.

Take me out of here, before I start a riot.

I've been having an amazing week. My weekend was perfect :) On saturday, Eric and I went exploring up the canyon :) We found some beautiful waterfalls and it was even more perfect because it smelled like rain, but it wasn't muddy :) It was super fun. Then on Sunday I went boating with my family which was mostly fun. But let me just say that I hate hate hate when people try forever to get up on water skies and never can. But keep trying anyways. UHHHH. I believe in perseverance and everything, but not with boating. Try like five times and give up, k? 

I'm so excited about next week though :)) FINALS. Except then I have to do a crash course for two weeks. No biggie :/ Speaking of school... I'll be done in spring semester :)) I'll graduate with over 2,000 hours and I don't even care because I'll be DONE. (except then I'll go to masters. and fashion school. and so on) But then I'll be able to get a big girl job. Money money money money. 

Well this was slightly pointless.

I've gotten into the mood of putting commas in places where they really shouldn't go in order to make things more poetic.