FWAHAHAH
Life is so hilarious somtimes. You look back on yourself as a young whippersnapper and just shake your head. 'What the hell was I thinking?' 'How could I have not seen that coming?' 'How the eff did I ever let that person close to me?'
I'm so happy in my life right now, despite my crazy classload, that I just have to laugh at people who would rather be miserable and hateful.
So, pardon me: BWAHAHAHAHAH!!!!
And now, the story of the dent in the back of my car. It's been there for a while, but I haven't felt much like blogging it. I'm in Greek Architecture and Archaeology right now, so I figure now's as good of a time as any. This lady's nuts and I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to be taking notes on. Something about the palace at Knossos. Woo woo.
So. About two months ago, I was invited to speak at this random video game thing, wherein I got 50 bucks for doing so, and some pizza. I said, 'yes plz' because I had/ve no money. I go. There are two other guys that are speaking as well, one's from some other weird school, and the other is adorable and goes to UCLA. Hark! As do I!
We start talking, we hit it off, right? Yeah. After the little gathering deal I offered to give him a ride home, since the bus from Santa Monica to LA takes forever. He says yes. We get in the car.
I'm being all smooth and laying on the charm, and I turn to look at him while he says something, and I'm backing out.
BAM! I run into a pole. His glasses go flying, CD's fall everywhere. I eyetwitch. "Uh. That's never happened before." He says it's okay and I drive him back to school. We exchange numbers, but don't call each other.
I have a dent in the back of my car. I put a huge band-aid sticker on it. It is badass.
By the way, I highly recommend the HBO series 'Rome'. It is badass beyond belief, and even the girls are superfly. Watch it. WATCH IT.
I'm 21 next month, bitches! Tandem and Michael are spiriting me away to VEGAS. The excitement has set in.
I'm so happy in my life right now, despite my crazy classload, that I just have to laugh at people who would rather be miserable and hateful.
So, pardon me: BWAHAHAHAHAH!!!!
And now, the story of the dent in the back of my car. It's been there for a while, but I haven't felt much like blogging it. I'm in Greek Architecture and Archaeology right now, so I figure now's as good of a time as any. This lady's nuts and I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to be taking notes on. Something about the palace at Knossos. Woo woo.
So. About two months ago, I was invited to speak at this random video game thing, wherein I got 50 bucks for doing so, and some pizza. I said, 'yes plz' because I had/ve no money. I go. There are two other guys that are speaking as well, one's from some other weird school, and the other is adorable and goes to UCLA. Hark! As do I!
We start talking, we hit it off, right? Yeah. After the little gathering deal I offered to give him a ride home, since the bus from Santa Monica to LA takes forever. He says yes. We get in the car.
I'm being all smooth and laying on the charm, and I turn to look at him while he says something, and I'm backing out.
BAM! I run into a pole. His glasses go flying, CD's fall everywhere. I eyetwitch. "Uh. That's never happened before." He says it's okay and I drive him back to school. We exchange numbers, but don't call each other.
I have a dent in the back of my car. I put a huge band-aid sticker on it. It is badass.
By the way, I highly recommend the HBO series 'Rome'. It is badass beyond belief, and even the girls are superfly. Watch it. WATCH IT.
I'm 21 next month, bitches! Tandem and Michael are spiriting me away to VEGAS. The excitement has set in.