where pip will be bothered, eventually:
I really just can't be bothered to make an update with Europe pictures. D:
I'll get to it eventually, they're all uploaded to photobucket and all, but I Just Can't Be Bothered.
I'll do it tonightttttt.
Until then, I've been in a bizarre daze all week, as far as I can tell. I feel bad about it, I know I seemed weird and distant and vague all weekend to Tyler, and I don't have any kind of a good explanation. Sorry dear. D:
Weekend was spent dancing, wrestling, street fighting. Movies, whiskey, video games and books. Strawberries and chats and writing letters. Assuming I don't get around to updating tomorrow, the 7th is our 16 months. Next weekend we should be looking at apartments in the south end and, with any luck, buying ice cream.
I love ice cream.
I got my grad dress back on Friday, it's all done and ready and hanging in plastic behind me. I'm sure it looks okay, and I'm not too worried about my Shape, but it makes my hips look massive and I cannot get past that. D: My mother's coming to the banquet, but my dad isn't, nor is he coming to the cap and gown. 'tevs.
Don't know if she reads this, but in any case Amanda and I are really drifting apart. Best friends since grade 8, this sounds ridiculous and childish but she has the best friends jewelry with other girls now, and when I said something about not being in her group of friends anymore, she didn't deny it, she just said I don't hang out with her friends, and she doesn't hang out with me as she isn't very fond of Tyler. So. That's that done. We hang out at school together every day, but it's more out of convenience than anything else; both of our friend groups are outside of school. I don't think our friendship'll last much after high school. I asked her if she'd come chill at Tyler and my apartment, and she pretty much said no but she'd come look at it. Ever? Good to know~
Rambling like nothing else. My paper journal's last week of pages is bizarre and full of out of place phrases and incoherence. Maybe in my 30's I'll look back and read those passages and wonder what the hell was going on for that week, and in all honesty, 30-year-old Pip, I have no idea.
Pip.
I'll get to it eventually, they're all uploaded to photobucket and all, but I Just Can't Be Bothered.
I'll do it tonightttttt.
Until then, I've been in a bizarre daze all week, as far as I can tell. I feel bad about it, I know I seemed weird and distant and vague all weekend to Tyler, and I don't have any kind of a good explanation. Sorry dear. D:
Weekend was spent dancing, wrestling, street fighting. Movies, whiskey, video games and books. Strawberries and chats and writing letters. Assuming I don't get around to updating tomorrow, the 7th is our 16 months. Next weekend we should be looking at apartments in the south end and, with any luck, buying ice cream.
I love ice cream.
I got my grad dress back on Friday, it's all done and ready and hanging in plastic behind me. I'm sure it looks okay, and I'm not too worried about my Shape, but it makes my hips look massive and I cannot get past that. D: My mother's coming to the banquet, but my dad isn't, nor is he coming to the cap and gown. 'tevs.
Don't know if she reads this, but in any case Amanda and I are really drifting apart. Best friends since grade 8, this sounds ridiculous and childish but she has the best friends jewelry with other girls now, and when I said something about not being in her group of friends anymore, she didn't deny it, she just said I don't hang out with her friends, and she doesn't hang out with me as she isn't very fond of Tyler. So. That's that done. We hang out at school together every day, but it's more out of convenience than anything else; both of our friend groups are outside of school. I don't think our friendship'll last much after high school. I asked her if she'd come chill at Tyler and my apartment, and she pretty much said no but she'd come look at it. Ever? Good to know~
Rambling like nothing else. My paper journal's last week of pages is bizarre and full of out of place phrases and incoherence. Maybe in my 30's I'll look back and read those passages and wonder what the hell was going on for that week, and in all honesty, 30-year-old Pip, I have no idea.
Pip.