AUGUST

• Being back home from camping feels strange.
• You sent me a message that I've been waiting for and now I'm afraid to read it. Someone check me, I believe I am legitimately retarded.
• I haaate it when the best friend doesn't reply. It makes me seven different kinds of sad. :(
• I don't want you to break my heart... and I'm afraid that if I give you the chance, you just might.
• Dear Booth/Brennan, if you do not get together pronto, I will be very upset. K, THX.
• I'm such a f*cking idiot. I'm always the one to screw things up... always.
• I do not like the term "man up". I believe that I am a woman and I should not have to "man up". However... I know that if I want you, I have to suck it up and "man up". Boy, you'd better be worth it.
• Yes, I confess. I'm absolutely in love with Andrew Lee-Potts. ♥
• I have cell phone paranoia. I'm not afraid of cell phones... I'm afraid that they'll call/text people that I don't want them to text and I'll forever be embarrassed.
• Please, please, please, please, please nerves, go away. Brain, stop thinking horrible things are going to happen. Heart, stop meddling in simple decisions.
• If I had a shrink, I'd talk to him about you...
• Hmm- Writing around and figuring out plot holes hurts my brain. =/
• Dear Ryan Reynolds, get your hawtness back over to Canada, divorce Scar Jo and marry me cause we'd make beautiful Canadian bbs. ♥
• How difficult is it for you to text me back when you want to make plans with me? I'm not going to chase your ass hoping that maybe you'll get your act together and let me have a concise conversation with you via text message. I'm not asking you to call, I'm just asking you to text. Get your act together, you're 24 and if you haven't connected why you don't have a girlfriend and your inability to communicate than you really have a friggin' problem. Not a problem I can help you solve.
• You like Justin Bieber. I officially don't think I can respect you. Excuse me while I use the emergency exit.
• We are doooone. Bai.
• Ugh brain. Be nice and let me write something awesome for once, I know you insist on keeping up the walls of writer's block, but I would appreciate it very much if you didn't.
• So I basically just bawled my eyes out during and after watching The Young Victoria. Listening to the Sinead O'Connor song now is resurrecting some of those sad feelings. I just went through a half box of kleenex. UGH.
• I hate it when actors look smoking in movies and then you look at what they look like in real-life and you are sorely disappointed that they appear to have a part-time job as a hobo. I call this pseudo-hotness and I would like it to stop please, starting with Rupert Friend. Kthanxs.