I am Victoria Paige. I have many stories. We all do. Don't give up on yours.
Classy kids don't plageurize. If it's on my blog and not mine, you'll know.
The situation that arose yesterday is somewhat resolved, but we’re not out of the water yet.
I’m back, but I’m going to try to keep a tight rein on my posting so I don’t end up confessing things to the Internet that I don’t need to be, or saying angry things when I should be keeping them to myself.
This has also forced me to just have conversations with people instead of ranting to the internet at large, which I think is much healthier.
If you could still continue to pray for me and my family, that would be awesome. Personally I’m still feeling a lot of things even though this wasn’t about me at all. I’m just gonna try to deal with them in ways besides internet raging.
I would love to have a chat with you if you wanna ask me about stuff. :) Thanks for reading my ramblings.
Sometimes I think of making a “favorite people on Tumblr” page but then I just get overwhelmed because I have SO MANY FAVORITE PEOPLE and I’d want to tell people WHY you’re my favorites which would take a long time since I could pretty much write essays for every person and it would be such a big girl job because I am bursting with love for so many people for so many reasons on this dang website.
My gosh, I just remember the first couple days I felt okay again. My smile became genuine. It surprised me in the mirror, in pictures. I was startled by the something inside me that was convincingly happy. Because it wasn’t me, the me I had known for so long. I was new. And the joy was real. I could even see it in myself, and the change was utterly shocking.
I know it’s typically frowned upon to have your entire Tumblr rest upon an Instagram feed.
But even that much was an accomplishment for me this weekend. Hang in there.
I just played volleyball for three days straight, no big deal.
And I thought I did a pretty good job. Playing AND blogging.
I feel weird because sometimes, I’m SO GREAT at getting back to people, whether it’s on Tumblr, Facebook, whatever. But sometimes I neglect it altogether.
I hope people don’t think I hate them specifically. It’s just that I wasn’t having a very social day that day so I missed my chance. And today I’m like ! talk to ALL the people ! Please don’t not talk to me. I do still like you. The end.
By the way, I just sort of love volleyball…just a little bit.
I love the way it consumes my life and I love the pain and the sweat and I can’t get enough.
I changed my Tumblr to Spanish for kicks
Because I’m bilingual, you know. Or trying. Whatever.
And the dashboard is now the “escritorio” which means writing desk.
I am scrolling my writing desk.
What a classy señorita I am.
The stereo lives! I let it dry out unplugged for a week after the whole PROTECT thing happened, and tonight I fired it up again. I’m thankful that it’s alright. It had me worried there.
Can’t sleep. So of course I would find some free Android motocross game. Although he should be wearing more gear, with how much I crash him. Maybe then he wouldn’t groan so much.
I just really love the fact that anywhere you are, there are at least a couple geocaches within 2-3 miles. It psychs me out, alright?
I feel like distributing my gum wrapper flowers into all the big ones around here. I probably wouldn’t take anything because they’re gum wrappers. Or maybe a simple note or something. Something that’s unmistakably me. And then maybe people around here will realize they’re all from the same person and I can be basically famous, in an underground sort of way.