hello + lps popular + house fire + memories

i just wanted to come on here and just talk, i guess? maybe kind of like some sort of diary.

back when i was in the hotel, i wanted to get my mind off the fact i was homeless. i wanted some kind of like childhood nostalgia. so i went back to a series i was into when i was younger. i rewatched lps popular. when i rewatched it, i was like sooo happy. like i was genuinely so invested.

for some reason it was just so like interested in the story, (i did shed a tear, and i did yell at the tv.) it was so GOOD!! until... the ending. which wasnt an ending at all... please, sophie i beg you we want a new episode i will do anything just for another lps popular. cause goodness gracious its so amazing.

my bf makes fun of me a little for enjoying a woman playing with toys... but they do not get it!!! whenever i go to their house again im going to make them watch it. or i might decide to shave their leg for fun. but im not allowed to shave it. so i need to buy nair. or i might get the nair wax strips because... well... you get it. 

but back to lps popular. oh my goodness.. how much its just too good!! i wish there was some sort of merchendise so i can just show off my love for it.. im very very close to going on etsy and paying someone to print (the image below) on a shirt...

it just makes me so happy. it reminds me of simplier times. like i mentioned i got into back when i was homeless. i was homeless for a bit, around 2 ish months. back in late october my house burnt down. which sucked so much mainly because i watched the house i lived in for literal years, ever since i was in like first grade. also it happened like a week or two after my birthday. so i lost every birthday present, and everything else. which i think was obvious.

it was just very traumatizing watching my house burn down in flames. i had so many memories in that house. like my baby kitten who passed a while ago is buried under a lilac tree that was in my front yard. then we had one in the back yard. then there was a little creek by my house. during the summer be and my cousin would walk to and swim in. the water was so green and gross. there were turles and fish that swam with us. the water would get so, so cold. the sand when you walked in would sink under our weight. then when we swam we could feel the current trying to pull us back.

then couch in the living room. it was trashed, it hurt to sit on. there were springs coming out of the cushions. i would cut myself on them, and god it hurt so much. i couldnt even see it since it was on the back of my upper arm. honestly i thought i would have to get stiches. but it wasnt that bad. i think i have the scar still, especially from me picking at the scabs.

speaking of couches, theres more couch stories. this was a diffrent couch, which was honestly worse than the one before. as stupid second grader, i was excited. my grandma from states away was staying with us, and we also just got home from a airplane mueseum. i was a little bored, trying to get energy out, i was jumping around. i ran from the dining room (the dining room was connected to the living room) then i jumped onto the couch. i banged my face on the handle of a dog hairbrush. i busted my lip, wide open. it hit it so hard that i have permentedly moved my front teeth. my right tooth now overlapping my left forever now. i tried to hide the fact the i hurt myself. i ran up the stairs, grabbing paper towels trying to stop my bleeding. i have no idea why in the world i tried to hide it. like someone would be mad at me. no one would be, so im still confused on why i was so scared. i was caught quite quickly by my mom, when i was just trying to get more paper towels. she obviously looked at it, then we went to the hosptial. i had to get stitches, i remember crying with a balloon lip from the numbing medicine. thankfully, they gave me the dissolving stitches. so i didnt ever have to take them out. but now i have a hard scar on my top lip and crooked teeth forever.

to whoever read all of this, thank you. 

                                                     xx, venus