Alfred

So a while ago, I named my tummy Alfred. I can't remember why, probably because me and my friends were hanging out and my stomach made a strange noise, so I (in pure Lily fashion!) came up with a snappy one-liner and told my stomach to shut-up, but instead of just saying shut-up, I said "Alfred! Shut-up! I'm actually 99% sure that that's the story of how I started calling my tummy Alfred.

He's been acting up the past few days and not being very nice to me. Don't tummy aches just bite the big one?

So to move on past all my emotional crap, and onto the things that actually "matter" (because boys, I'm sorry if you're one and you're reading this, don't matter). Things that matter are: money, friends, and family... maybe in reverse order... so make that: family, friends, and money.

Family, is okay.

Friends are amazing!

Money... FML. I've got the worst job ever and don't even get paid what I should get paid. I've worked at the same place for the past 6 years, graduated with my Bachelor's 2 years ago, and still can't find an effing job. I pray I find something soon, cause this is not fun, or easy right now.

At least school is starting again soon, which will normalize the lives of people around me and therefore normalize my life too... however I've got two things coming up soon that are going to throw a giant wrench into the works... a wedding and a quincenera (my computer apparently doesn't speak spanish, so I'm sorry that that is probably spelled incorrectly.)

Oh man. That's it.

At least I have my dancing. :D