Praise be.

This stupid car wreck stuff is finally over with.

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IT'S LIKE COOL EPILEPSY














THIS IS SPARTAAAA






PS I have forgotten how to hoola hoop. HOW SAD.

Why so serious?

Being nice feels so good.

We should all be nice more often. <3


You know who you are:

1. I think you're really cool + real. There aren't enough real people and I am so glad that I know one of them.
I knew we'd be friends since that day in dance when I saw you wearing that pink Green Day shirt with the photo of the guys on them, because I had the same one.
I care a lot about you and I worry about your happiness. I hope you're happy. I hope the best for you.

2. I think, despite your sarcasm, you're really nice. You're cool + funny + I'm glad I got to meet you.
Stay real, girl.

3. You're such a cutie. I remember meeting you in Peter Pan and I thought you were really nice (I hope you weren't just being nice to be nice + didn't secretly hate me XD ). I wish we'd gotten to know each other a little better, but it's okay.
PS, iStalk photos of you + M* and u guise make me haw haw. ♥

4. Oh, you.
You were that pretty, friendly looking girl in my geometry class. I felt like an idiot because I was in geometry with freshmen when I was a sophomore, but you made me feel better about it.
I think you're such a cool girl and I'm so so privileged to know you. I'm going to miss you so much when you leave for college, so you have to promise me you'll keep in touch + that you'll hang out with me before you leave + whenever you come home for holidays or weekends.
PS, IOU a bedazzled bra. No, I haven't forgotten. Life just gets in the way. <3

5. I miss you a lot. I think you got a lot of shi- in high school that you didn't deserve. I understood your sarcasm, and I know how nice you are under it.
You seem really happy now and I'm so glad for it. ♥

6. Guurrrlll I could not stop watching you dance at Spring Show. You have grown into your dance SO much and I am so so proud of you. If you're on dance team next year, I can't wait to watch you dance again.

7. chu funny. I think you're really inspiring for me, artistically.
I really enjoyed hanging out with you when I worked in the main office + you in the nurse's office.
PS I like your hair.

8. I remember thinking you were really cool + pretty when I was in ninth grade. I still think so, and you post such funny things on Facebook XD

9. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wish we could have had the chance to talk when I was in HS. I remember watching you in the choir thinking you looked like the only one who cared, who wanted to be there. I admired that, because I firmly believe that you should do what you love. I see a lot of myself in you.
Don't let anyone change you or try to bring you down or tell you that you aren't good enough. It's hard to hear it, but if you don't follow your heart, I think you'll be really unhappy.
I decided to do photography and it made me happy for a while and then I realized how much I miss dance + acting. Don't let yourself miss the things you love the most.
ily + I'm really glad we bonded over Avatar. ♥

10. I think you're so beautiful. I hope you see it.
You've always been so sweet to me + I really appreciate that. There aren't enough nice people in the world and I am so glad you're one of them, because you break that "beautiful girl ugly attitude" stereotype.
I think you're so talented and have such a bright future ahead of you. I can't wait to see your name in a Broadway playbill.
Don't forget me when you're famous ;D
PS, coffee or lunch is an absolute must.

Sometimes I think thoughts.

AND TODAY, THEY ARE VERY ANGRY.

Um. Fuck yeah.

Youtube won't let me embed it, but this song is fuckin' AWESOME. (click le photo)

I have done this before

with something called DAT ASS.

Now, I bring you (from somewhere else)

DEAL WITH IT.
















HAHAHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA

Just remember

Be nice.
Being an asshole doesn't get you anywhere. It just makes you an asshole.

Green Light.

I left his house, approached the intersection. The left turn signal was green. I start to turn.
I look, without turning my head, at the green light and a car coming full speed toward me.
Cars make contact.
Air bag goes off (thank God), face and neck are scraped, tooth is chipped. The inside of my cheek, bitten and swelling quickly.
I open my eyes and scream.
I get out of my car and scream.
I go back in my car to get my purse. I put my purse on the hood of my car (the two thirds that's left of it) to find my phone. I can't find it.
A hispanic woman is sitting in her car, making a face that I can't describe. Her passenger, a black man, gets out of the car and runs off. He comes back a minute later (what were you doing?).
A fireman comes and tells me to sit down in my backseat. He asks me my name (Morgan Miller), asks how old I am (nineteen), am I okay (I'm fine, my skin hurts. I can't find my phone.), what happened (I tell him), am I okay (I can't find my phone), he heard screaming (that was me), he heard me screaming when he was inside of the fire station (my voice carries when I really give it), am I okay (I can't find my phone), do I want to go to the hospital (no, I just want to go home). Some other fireman comes up. Am I okay (I'm fine, I can't find my phone), what happened (I tell him), how old am I (nineteen), hang tight, I'm going to be fine.
The woman goes to the hospital, her insurance is stuck inside a glove box that won't open (convenient). Another fireman. Am I okay (I just want to call my mom and I can't find my phone), he'll call her, she's on her way. The same questions over again. Another fireman comes up. He looks like a less attractive version of Nate Novarro from Cobra Starship. My head is starting to hurt from crying so much. Snot is coming out of my nose like the oil from that stupid BP leak.
A police man comes up to me, asks for my ID and proof of insurance. How old am I (nineteen). I hand him my ID and proof of insurance.
The first fireman returns and tries to calm me down more (I've been sobbing off and on). He tells me of his first accident (it was his fault). I glare at the ugly van that hit me.
The fireman finds my phone. I thank him.
I had a green light, I told everyone. I had a green light and they came out of no where, probably going a thousand miles per hour.
The light was green. It was green.
I'm not crazy.
The light was green.

To you.

I still wonder about you occasionally.

Are you listening?


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I just took my color funamentals final. I, along with my classmates, looked at the first question. Our reactions:







My instructor laughed at the class' inability to answer the majority of the questions, including my "LOLWUT?" that I wrote very small in the corner. He was like this:



That was really bad.
Really, really bad.


At least it's over.
GIF dance party.






It took me a good while to find suitable dance gifs and they are are Glee.
Also, Jonathan Groff is beautiful. He is gay, but I will find him and make him straight.
LOLJK.
I'll make him bisexual.
LOLOLJK I won't do any of that because that's crazy and really weird. I will just admire from afar.

The kiss is unnescessary but GOD DAMN

I wish I could dance like this D':
It cut off a bit because it's kind of wide, so you might want to go to youtube to watch it there but OH MY GOD.

I'm trying to think of something clever to say.

Let Bethony say it. Click to her blog :]