OUT

Has anybody ever given you butterflies?

No. That would be kind of cool. Especially if they were dead and pressed up against something.

Haha. I'm not trying to be morbid. I just really like pressed butterflies.
You know, now that I think of it... maybe it's not butterflies that people normally press; it's flowers.

Hmm. That changes things.

Am I a weird or evil person for wanting to crush butterflies in their lovely dead perfection?
I am a weird person, of course.My roommate lovingly calls out to me, "Good afternoon, Crazy."
I am quite possibly criminally mad. But that's ok. It's me.
I'm going to be one of those girls tonight at yoga.You know.
The ones that don't wear pants.
The ones that wear leggings and a t-shirt and called it being "dressed."
Yes, I will be one of those girls.

Not in public... well, as public as the yoga room is, but besides that, I'm not going to be prancing around campus or even the small gym pantsless.

Just the yoga room.
And it's not because I think my legs in leggings are just soooooo hot or because I'm morally opposed to pants.
It's because I get hot in sweat PANTS.

And because I get cold in SHORTS.And because wearing shorts over leggings makes my shorts ride up and that's not what I want to be thinking about when I'm doing yoga. Ommm.
I'm OUT.