Daydreams of Psychos?

Ever have one of those days where you just seem to randomly daydream about the weirdest things?

Today has been one of those days.

I don't know why, but for some reason I've been daydreaming about psycho people and, I don't know, strange things happening with people I know. Sometimes I don't even know what to think of some of the things I think about. Maybe I'M the crazy one...maybe I'm the psycho? Quite a possibility I think sometimes.

I think that over the last year or two, Ex was right. I have become one of the people I have despised for years. One of those girls with the obsession of fashion, beauty and all things fake. God help me. I was always the nerdy little quiet one in school and at home even, and I was closer to a punk than a fashionista of any sort. So for me to fall into the fashion, designer, icon obsessed type would seem, to the more knowing of my personality, to be completely implausible and just downright absurd. But here I am today, my favorite movies being those of the likes of "The Devil Wears Prada" and " Sex and the City", and knowing more about fashion, makeup and designers than about half of the common sense knowledge. Maybe deep down, behind all that shyness and awkwardness, lay a girl with dreams of more. Dreams of being beautiful, popular and rich. But I'm happy that now my views have changed a little in that sense, that I still wish to be beautiful and... well known? But I have a deeper sense of wanting to be a little glamorous, but successful as well. Be more known for my brain than my looks or any other superficial thing. i know so many fake people, people that trive on wealth and beauty, and to be honest, that's not what I want. Many of those people will never be happy and will have to live the rest of their lives trying to keep up their fake looks and "statuses". At least if I can manage to be a little successful in the beauty industry, which is where I plan to be eventually, rather than living the beauty industry, then I will be happier than the fake people.

I don't even know if all that made sense.
But hopefully you get my point.

So Tucker is getting fat. For those of you who aren't fortunate enough to know who Tucker is, he's my turtle. Well, he has a broken family, with two parents who equally love him, but unfortunately are unable to live together anymore, but we share equal custody over him. Tucker lives with me full time, but his Father is allowed to see him whenever he wishes. Danny is a wonderful father.

When he's not acting as Doris.

Anyway, Gone again for another night. Trying not to be insane and psycho. I hope it isn't me who's the psycho one.

It probably is....god help me.