Fourteen
I was in an awful mood yesterday morning; I show poor character when it comes to rejection. My solution was to stop being a pussy, get over myself, and finally get my lip pierced. That I did.
I went to Chameleon in Harvard Square, and Laura held my hand. The girl who did it was a nice girl named Erin and she said I had beautiful eyes. I love my eyes, but unfortunately they don't come out clear enough in photographs. They're so dark that it looks like I'm just one of the Children of the Corn.
Unfortunately, no one saw Living Hell with me last night. My friend Chris was supposed to come, but after an hour at my apartment watching Mean Girls his friend called him and was apparently crying about something. He had to go leave to comfort her at 11:30 PM. I admire him for being a good friend, but I still felt like crap for a little while. Fortunately, I believe we're seeing Rilo Kiley/Tilly & The Wall together on Tuesday--I'm buying my ticket today so I can actually go to this one.
The thing with me is, the thing I hate more than anything is not knowing something. I hate secrets being kept from me; I hate people not being upfront with their feelings. I am a blunt person, everyone in my life knows if I like them or not. I don't bullshit people. I don't appreciate being bullshitted either.
I've been here a month and I have trendy black hair and a lip ring: God save me.
I went to Chameleon in Harvard Square, and Laura held my hand. The girl who did it was a nice girl named Erin and she said I had beautiful eyes. I love my eyes, but unfortunately they don't come out clear enough in photographs. They're so dark that it looks like I'm just one of the Children of the Corn.
Unfortunately, no one saw Living Hell with me last night. My friend Chris was supposed to come, but after an hour at my apartment watching Mean Girls his friend called him and was apparently crying about something. He had to go leave to comfort her at 11:30 PM. I admire him for being a good friend, but I still felt like crap for a little while. Fortunately, I believe we're seeing Rilo Kiley/Tilly & The Wall together on Tuesday--I'm buying my ticket today so I can actually go to this one.
The thing with me is, the thing I hate more than anything is not knowing something. I hate secrets being kept from me; I hate people not being upfront with their feelings. I am a blunt person, everyone in my life knows if I like them or not. I don't bullshit people. I don't appreciate being bullshitted either.
I've been here a month and I have trendy black hair and a lip ring: God save me.