Still Got It .... I do, apparently. In the old days, back when dinosaurs ruled the earth, I could make speeds such as this on manual typewriters. I think, perhaps, that this little test, ganked...which I escaped Grade Twelve math and science (a story for another time) are still extant. 85 words (Totally egotistical addendum: just took the test again, and upped the count to 93 wpm.)

... I’m still me. I am never going to be a pretty perfect kind of girl no matter how much makeup I wear or how often I get my nails done. I’ve realised that I’ve become, or maybe I’ve always been, this shallow shell of a human. I’m so caught up in looks and my surface personality that I’ve lost any depth I ever had. People are so used to seeing my persona that no one even really realises that it isn’t...

I'm really hurt and sad. My almost gay friend asked me to homecoming and I almost said no to him. So this guy I'm semi-interested in, let's call him Josh, asked me to a slow dance if we both go to homecoming...hope he's not really a player. I'm just glad my friends told me and that I didn't see him with another girl at homecoming because that would really hurt. I think I would cry all day in the bathroom

Why do human beings have to take forever to grow hair instead of just squirting play-doh out of their heads? I to get a sort of undercut (and dye leopard spots on the short stuff!), but I also don't want...of hair that grows from my ears down. Also, the bits that were shaved last year are so long now. Do I dare make them go back to start? Sigh. My life, so hard. Damn you, keratinised protein filaments

...only a month left of this whole ordeal, then hello cruches and weights, i'm going back down to my size 2. good-bye fat pants, hello hot bod. wow re-reading that sentence makes me feel a bit shallow. oh well, i've felt like a cow for the past few months i feel entitled. i just can't wait. oh and my boobs are getting bigger!!! they don't look that big now, what with my preggo belly over shadowing...

...British anyway. Stiff upper lip and all that.  [All this talk of britishness is making me crave crumpets... with butter... and a cup of tea... and the cup has to made of bone china.] I sound shallow. Which is hilarious, because that's not at all how anybody I actually know would describe me.  The reason I believe I'm the perfect woman is because I'm good-looking, funny, smart and genuine...

CARLITO! YOU BEAUTIFUL MAN! me, on the other hand... :D my bff has pointed out that I probably need to get over myself. She is correct. So I shall. but still! well, I'll keep my facial concerns...listening to bloodthirsty bastards and feeling very low for occasionally finding the emo-ness quite funny, and fantasising about carl barat going on stricty come dancing. mmm. suave. sequins. sexual

..... I think septum is out...ear nose ear nose ear nose ear nose ear nose... This problem is so vain and more than stupid... I am only doing so that I will at least possibly be able to relate to and understand the woes and perils of being a teenager...(since everyone knows that once you hit twenty, everything you knew about being a teenager gets thrown out the window...haha) I am so shallow...

i) Econ midterm in 9 hours. Remind me to show you the amazing "cheat" sheet (which we're allowed to bring in) which essentially condenses a month's worth of class notes into one 8x11 sheet of printer paper...worn a dress or anything resembling NOT the same pair of jeans for way too long. iii) ... Oh, god, I can't write the rest of this now. I need to sleep or my exam's going to kick my ass. Goodnight

Today I have remembered that the most obvious sign of a good mood is the amazing amount of eye candy I can see.  when in less than positive mood there is no Totty at all in my world.  Plus I revel in how...people aspire to "depth"... (gloom of course results in "why is it all so complicated trauma") Even better when the one on the bus is engrossed in a suduko and you can letch in a relaxed manner...