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my hair smells like chocolate, and this is not a good thing. i was watching sarah fling whip cream at people and decided it was a good idea. but when i started doing it, it caused this chocolate pudding fight and i got it wiped all over my pants, face and hair. my hair feels so gross now and i've been in a bad mood about it ever since. this girls who i'm paly like with always compliments my clothes and accessories. today she told me she loved my shirt and that i was a snob for wearing it. she meant snob in a good way, but i didn't take it either way. ironically it was a shirt sarah convinced me to buy. so she started telling sarah that i was a snob and sarah was all "SHE"S NOT A SNOB. DONT SAY THAT SHIT." which caused the girl to have a talk with me, to try to convince me she didn't mean it in a bad way and to make sure sarah knew that too. but i was all, "you know, i don't really take too many things offensively. even if you really thought i was a snob, i'd take it as a compliment." and she kept going on and on about how pretty she thought i was. girls are so weird. but i found out tonight that her boyfriend has the same birthday as i do. and this is the same guy i had a psychic connection with. when we were playing beer pong against them, i would concentrate to make them miss. it worked 50% of the time. i'm invited to a birthday party this friday, of this girl i don't know too well. but she told me that she thinks i'm the best, because her dog loves me and her dog doesn't love too many people. there's 2 weeks till i go to england. i'm way too excited about this. i think i'm just excited about taking pictures, and seeing my old neighborhood and how much its changed and how much it's stayed the same. the past the past the past. like that air song, "the world the world the world. just for you for nobody else." anyway. i think there was a guy checking me out tonight. who i don't want checking me out, and i'm sure he doesn't want checking me out. but he's dating this girl, that the one guy i love hooked up with. so i'm thinking, maybe i'm finally hot enough for the guy. but this thought process is fucked up. i really really really really really (i like typing really) need to get over things. i was bonding with this girl who hooked up with the smoocher tonight. she told me that georgians are ashamed of ACE. then i heard her tell people that i cracked her up. i think i may go sunbathing tomorrow. i'm going tubing on sunday. everyone keeps telling me that i need to wear sunblock, but my chest area doesn't seem to tan and i'm really annoyed about that. i'm druuuuuuuuunk.
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