a vintage perception [the diary of Sophia Maribel Vittorno]

this is the beginning of my junior year.

::MOOD KEY::

01. 02. || .03 .04
01.aggravated 02.amused || confident.03 confused.04

05. 06. || .07 .08
05.content 06.curious || disbelieving.07 disgusted.08

09. 10. || .11 .12
09.excited 10.happy || hurt.11 imaginative.12

13. 14. || .15 .16
13.pissed 14.sad || serious.15 shocked.16

17. 18. || .19 .20
17.snotty 18.sneaky || surprised.19 thoughtful.20


21. || .22
21.tired || wth?.22

today, i am .

why am i confused?



because this meathead is confusing me.

i mean, really. we've been through this already. it's like...i'm away for the summer and instantly he wants to be touchy-feely. i'm confused because he knows that i'm not a fan of that, and before...well, he could aggravate me to bits without laying a hand on me. it's like he's testing his boundaries or something. and i'm letting him get away with it. why i'm not smacking the crap out of him...well, i really don't know, but i'm not. and why do i get that funny feeling in my stomach when he looks at me like he's peeling me like a damn onion?

at least my sarcasm is still intact.



i drew this on a whim a day or so ago. and i wish i knew how to make it. it's so beautiful! i think i'll ask Daddy for a sewing machine for Christmas. i did tell him how much i loved to sketch and paint, and he told me that i needed to do what i wanted, and if that meant straying briefly and taking a drawing class...

but i don't know. i don't want to stray from dance, because it's the only thing that makes me really feel alive. ugh, how cliche is that? i'm grossing myself out. anyway.

i'm thinking about it. let's leave it at that.

already considering recital possibilities for my solo. Isaac agreed to write something for me (yay!). i'm also going to duet it with Izz, although we'll just have to see how that goes. the two of us sharing a spotlight has never exactly worked out favorably before. oops.