Ice Cream

So I have this joke with my close girlfriends, my "bosom pals" if you  will about how there's two Paulinas. Paulina numero uno is Vanilla. Sweet, boring, shy etc. Lina is Pistachio, sassy and fun but sweet with some kick. this all started during one day of teen angst in which I complained to my journal that "I wish I wasn't so boring, so vanilla, except that I'm not really vanilla, I'm like BAM! Pistachio!" Embarrassing huh? As lame as it is, it's true. Pistachio owned last week and now not so much.

I talked to my parents. I didn't even freak out or have to lie down afterwards. That's a step in the right direction. Driving is getting better. One more drive and then driver's ed is complete. I'm hoping to get my license in the next two weeks.

My body aches from a dreaded flag football where the I reached my peak of vanilla/lameness, and the gym.

I really dislike feeling so insecure. I think "Vanilla's" antics have made me feel like I ruined my chances with stuff. I don't think anything will happen now. I feel so out of my comfort zone. Boo universe, but really boo me.