my hair smells like smoke. how lovely.
So at 7:40 pm earlier this evening, I call Grace and ask her if she's picking me up soon because the movie we wanted to see was to be shown at 8. Instead, it got pushed back to 9, but then her mom got all mad at moved it to 10. At 10:15 pm she picks me up, we drive fast as hell to the Orleans, and make it JUST in time to watch the opening. Mean Girls was a good movie. There were a ton of inside jokes in it, which made me and my friend laugh extra hard. Tina Faye is one of my idols. <3 Go see it if you have a big sense of humor, or a liking of even bigger boobs.
It ended at around midnight, and during the credits, while the theatre was empty, we danced through the aisles and the opening stage simply because no one was watching. <3
The rest of the evening consisted of playing cards in the bowling alley, goofing off in the arcade, talking about absolutely nothing, and pigging out on monster junk food. There were alot of "older men" around, who, to be frank, were straight out nasty. I hate getting looks/stares from creepy guys like that. SO, to all my male readers: Please don't gawk at girls (at least SO blatantly open), because we get uncomfortable. :\ Thank you in advance.
Tomorrow I'm deciding whether or not to go to this one girl's party thingy. I'd only know like 6 people there. But then again, I'd rather be anywhere than stuck at home with an essay beckoning to be finished. Icky.
I'm random, and tired, and smell like other people's cigarettes, and sore, and happy, and calm, and sleepy, and congratulate you for reading this, once again. Laaaater.
It ended at around midnight, and during the credits, while the theatre was empty, we danced through the aisles and the opening stage simply because no one was watching. <3
The rest of the evening consisted of playing cards in the bowling alley, goofing off in the arcade, talking about absolutely nothing, and pigging out on monster junk food. There were alot of "older men" around, who, to be frank, were straight out nasty. I hate getting looks/stares from creepy guys like that. SO, to all my male readers: Please don't gawk at girls (at least SO blatantly open), because we get uncomfortable. :\ Thank you in advance.
Tomorrow I'm deciding whether or not to go to this one girl's party thingy. I'd only know like 6 people there. But then again, I'd rather be anywhere than stuck at home with an essay beckoning to be finished. Icky.
I'm random, and tired, and smell like other people's cigarettes, and sore, and happy, and calm, and sleepy, and congratulate you for reading this, once again. Laaaater.