Well, shit just keeps getting more and more weird. This summer is going to change me forever; I can feel it.

I feel über weird today. I just want to lie in bed and watch a bunch of love movies.

it scares me to think about the fact that I may never find that one in 6 billionth person, that is perfect for me.

i could read forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever. ever.

“hi.”
“I’m Kylie.”
Shake hands.
“nice to meet you.”
“I’d like to hump your body.”

I’m the least realistic person ever. Though I am 17 times more likely to be hit by a plane that has fallen from the sky, I was still convinced I had won the mega millions.

This is a good place to keep track of…. How many people my vagina has visited. I’m joking….I meant diet. Going on a diet. Need to loose some pounds for fest. Here it goes.

you know those days where you feel really sad and depressed and you don’t really know how to snap out of it or why your feeling that way? today is one of those days.

About to read The Lucky One by Nicholas Sparks. Maybe it’s a how to book that teaches the female race how to get “lucky” with zac efron.

hot celebrities are such a tease. stop making me want to have sex with you. you only degrade every other male species outside of hollywood (look wise). ill see you in a couple of months when im an actress and then it’s ok because were both famous. everyone knows a celebrity never actually dates a normal “fan”.

It’s weird to think about how many cool people there are in the world that you will never meet. Everyone looks different, everyone has a different voice, everyone has different beliefs, and you will probably be really close friends with maybe 20ish people in your lifetime. 20 people out of the 7 billion people on this planet. I don’t know about you, but meeting & experiencing really close relationship with 20 different people is not enough for me. I’m about to take my self to the world.

it’s gut-wrenching knowing i’m spending all this money and going to school for a major that i’m not even sure I want. i love children, but i feel as if this is not what i really want to do. i could be anything in the entire world, yet i choose to go to STOUT for some major i chose on a whim because i didn’t know what else to do. everyone else seems so sure in their choices; this is what i want to do, this is how long it will take me, i will graduate in 4 years. thats not me. i don’t know what i want and i don’t know what i love. ithink i need to experience life, cultures, and the tastes of other ponds in order to determine what i want to do with my life. i would rather take forever to find something that i love to do than have a carreer right away that may never be fulfilling. leaving college to find myself and passion does not make me lazy and ignorant because i’m one of those kids who took a year off, or didn’t get their degree fast enough, or had “unrealistic” ideas of reality and what could be. you never know until you try and maybe I will never find what i’m passionate about and have to come back to school when im 50. who cares. as long as I have lived a life full of tries and fails to arrive at something beautiful, no matter what it may be, i hope to find my destined path; i hope to find…me.

Don’t let anyone tell you, you can’t. The sky is not the limit when there are footprints on the moon.