Random Messy Chunks of My Mind

parents: okay, let me just get dressed..AND CALL THE WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD, CLEAN THE WHOLE HOUSE, WRITE A BOOK, MAKE A 3 COURSE MEAL, DIG A HOLE TO CHINA, FIND A CURE FOR CANCER.

parents: I have to be somewhere in 10 minutes.

me: *putting shoes on*

Aptly named Coulson. I say "aptly" because after I named her I went to bed. And she watched me sleep.

...a lot of my posts seem depressed, lol. 

I promise they're not that depressing, most of them are just neutral. I think the problem is this tumblr is just for me to spew out random thoughts, but it seems only the more negative sounding ones are the interesting ones.

I really wanna talk to you, but I hate feeling like I'm bothering you. I guess I'll just wait until you contact me. 

...the one time I finally don't have to go to the barn, I actually wouldn't mind going? In the morning I get to help my dad in the barn. I kind of hate doing barn chores, so I try to avoid going whenever I can. So grown up of me, I know. =I  

But dad said since I'm not feeling well, he said I probably won't have to help him in the morning. But this weekend has been so... bleh. So boring. Unproductive. I actually wouldn't mind going to help him out tomorrow, just for something to do. To break the monotony. (Even if I am feeling ill.) 

Person: "Ça va?"

Other person: "Ça va. Ça va?"