THIS is what up, bitches.

It just doesn't do it for me anymore.

I came home t6 visit and relapsed hard-core on the Internet. And I was doing so well! Hardly any tumblr posts in the past 5 months, got used to checking my email once a month and getting in touch with friends and family through the U.S. Postal Service… Well, I came home where the Internet was readily available and I picked up right where I left off: obsessively checking my dashboard and my email reading stupid random shit I don’t care about. Having had this strange relapse, if I can call it that, was a worthwhile thing to happen though. I reminded me that the Internet doesn’t put me in a good place, mentally speaking. I leave Michigan tomorrow and go back to my internetless existence in Los Angeles and I can’t wait for things to be simple again (this is totally the wrong forum for an anti-Internet rant).

“ Girls just wanna have funds.

— Country knick-knack sign on the wall at my aunt’s house.

Cleaning out the garage, shitty part of my trip home.

Lounging at Round Lake with my Dad, fun part of my trip home.

“ I am very interested in choosing being an FBI Agent as my career choice in the future. Although I am only 15 years old, I am already sure this is the career I want to pursue. […] If there is a department that handles cases such as: Paranormal activity, unnatural events with no rational explanation, or unsolved mysteries, please send that additional information to me. I would be very interested in receiving information of this type since that is the field I am extremely interested in.

— I’m cleaning out the garage and found this which is an excerpt from a letter I wrote in 1998 to the FBI. How obvious is it that I was some kid who was a total X-Phile. Can’t wait for July 25th!

Applying to Graduate School is expensive.

I have to take a full semesters worth (16 credits!) of pre-reqs before I can even apply and I have to take a million tests before application. Well, not a million, but three. LAMECITY.

Wow, I haven’t ranted on the internet in a long time. I thought it would make me feel better but it doesn’t. I’m gonna go eat some popcorms now and forget all about this hogwash.

jillianborden: My poor sister is trying to get me to feel the baby kick and I ain't havin' none of that.
benniehanna14: I once had the worst gas, and I was so bloated for all of these days. I kept feeling all of this random, what felt like kicking, in my stomach...I was like, 'oh man i am totes pregs.'
benniehanna14: 3 dumps later my scare went away.
benniehanna14: But it was so fucking weird.

Me: So, can you pick me up tomorrow?
Erin (childhood friend also home for the week): No, I don't have a car.
Me: I don't have a car or a driver's license.
Me: I could always have my mom pick you up and drop us off at the beach.
Erin: Or, we could ride bikes?
Me: God, you'd think we'd have the ride problem solved by age 25.

“ I don’t know where but she sends me there.

—

Good Vibrations, (fav Beach Boys lyric)

I went to the Island Resort and Casino in Bark River, Michigan tonight with the fam to see them along with ‘Special Actor Guest John Stamos.’ There were def. some Stamos Groupies up in there trying to get backstage to tap that shit.

“ Mom and I were watching TV when we heard a plane fly by and we were like, “Oh, that must be Jillian” so we got in the car and drove to the airport to get you.

— My sister, Nicole, on the simple ways of small town living.