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My name is Morgan and I'm going to be 18 this year. I live in Portage, PA, a dismal drug town. I'm a vegetarian, animal lover, and an athlete. I play volleyball and run distance in track. Plan on attending community college for my general studies and attending Mount Aloysius to study Criminal Justice/Forensic Accounting and hopefully go into the FBI or CIA.
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Too much on my mind!
...written on 2005-11-21, @ 7:33 p.m.
I looked through my old entries and laughed at my repeated change of heart when it came to my education. Culinary School, Multimedia, Criminal Justice. I can't seem to make up my mind! So much to do and so little time.
I want to move to Italy. I guess I want to romanticize my life a little because I love music, art, history, and food. Florence, Italy would be my idea of a permanent home because it has everything that I love! I just need to learn Italian...simple enough for me. I enjoy at least attempting to try and learn new languages. I use to know Japanese fluently but after I moved back to the states I completely forgotten everything from writing to speaking to others. It's sad. I think that if I was in Japan longer it would have stuck with me. My friend Anna is fluent in at least four languages. She's originally from Poland so her native tongue is Polish. She also knows Russian, I think Lithuanian and of course, English.
My flippin' left ear is infected. It's red, smelly and pussy, now I have to take my 6 gauge out and start all over. It's a pain in the ass taking care of my ears anymore. I think I should just leave the gauges out for awhile and start over when I get out of my house (so my dad will stop griping me for the damn things)
I'm irked with my boyfriend. He is beyond stubborn when it comes to trying new things. He's one of those people who have it programmed in their brain to never change, no matter who, or what enters their life. He grew up in his grandmother's house and all he ever ate there was meat and potatoes. So it upsets me to see him pig out on this crap called scrapple which is a mush of ground pork (and sometimes other parts) and cornmeal that is set in a mold and then sliced and fried...*shudder* He's going to have a heart attack early. When I told him that and asked him to try new foods he got whiny because well, he's just sooo picky about what he eats. His family can't even have a different meals because he won't eat things that he's never tried before. I sliced a kiwi yesterday and offered a piece to him. He refused and then said he never tried it before. I didn't push it on him but it'd just be nice if he'd at least try a piece because you never know...he just might like it.
I need your advice:
Am I being too pushy?