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What a boring day.
Woke up and went to school.
Class. Class. Class. Class. Lunch. Class. Class. Class.
Ugh, the same thing every day.
One major plus was talking to the guy I like, whose name will be disclosed from all the internet stalkers. Sorry. He's perfect though. There's HINT #1. So if you find someone perfect, it's him, unless you think it's yourself, and then I can guarantee you're wrong.
I've realized I have a thing about guys with glasses. I've had little schoolgirl crushes on SIX guys with glasses in the past WEEK. It's bad, but they're so cute. Speaking of, I need to go back to the optometrist/rapist and get my D&G glasses. They're fugin hot.
My ears itch.
I think my mom just got home, probably thinking the workers were still here. We got our whole house worked on today, all for fucking free. I feel really bad. These old, and I'm talking ANCIENT, guys came in to fix the sheetrock and all that good stuff out of the kindness of their hearts. And last night my mom called me downstairs to talk to me and Andrew.
Pammy : "So the guys are coming tomorrow."
Me : "Okay.. I know that."
Pammy : "Well, they don't know about the refinances: the one on the car and the one on the house. So let's not say anything about that."
Andrew : "Okay."
Me: "Um, no that's not okay. What the hell?"
Pammy : "Well, if they knew about us getting the money or exchanging for money, I don't know if they'd still feel the same way about the job. I mean.. there's a lot of labor involved."
Great, my family's a bunch of fucking scam artists. That explains of a lot of manipulating I've been involved with in the past AND why I love the movie Matchstick Men so much. Whatever, awesome.
Yeah, plans got ruined AGAIN. I can't wait until I have my OWN car and can go whereever the hell I want when I want. And I sound really juvenile, but it's all good. Fuck you. :) Um.. I think I'm going to see Napoleon Dynamite tonight. I'll let you know how it is. AND I HAVE TO go to Target to buy Rach's PJs. They're the new hotness.
<3SARAH
Woke up and went to school.
Class. Class. Class. Class. Lunch. Class. Class. Class.
Ugh, the same thing every day.
One major plus was talking to the guy I like, whose name will be disclosed from all the internet stalkers. Sorry. He's perfect though. There's HINT #1. So if you find someone perfect, it's him, unless you think it's yourself, and then I can guarantee you're wrong.
I've realized I have a thing about guys with glasses. I've had little schoolgirl crushes on SIX guys with glasses in the past WEEK. It's bad, but they're so cute. Speaking of, I need to go back to the optometrist/rapist and get my D&G glasses. They're fugin hot.
My ears itch.
I think my mom just got home, probably thinking the workers were still here. We got our whole house worked on today, all for fucking free. I feel really bad. These old, and I'm talking ANCIENT, guys came in to fix the sheetrock and all that good stuff out of the kindness of their hearts. And last night my mom called me downstairs to talk to me and Andrew.
Pammy : "So the guys are coming tomorrow."
Me : "Okay.. I know that."
Pammy : "Well, they don't know about the refinances: the one on the car and the one on the house. So let's not say anything about that."
Andrew : "Okay."
Me: "Um, no that's not okay. What the hell?"
Pammy : "Well, if they knew about us getting the money or exchanging for money, I don't know if they'd still feel the same way about the job. I mean.. there's a lot of labor involved."
Great, my family's a bunch of fucking scam artists. That explains of a lot of manipulating I've been involved with in the past AND why I love the movie Matchstick Men so much. Whatever, awesome.
Yeah, plans got ruined AGAIN. I can't wait until I have my OWN car and can go whereever the hell I want when I want. And I sound really juvenile, but it's all good. Fuck you. :) Um.. I think I'm going to see Napoleon Dynamite tonight. I'll let you know how it is. AND I HAVE TO go to Target to buy Rach's PJs. They're the new hotness.
<3SARAH