"Truth is, I've always been thirsty"
So my weekend was actually pretty good. Of course, now it's Monday, but I'm writing about it now so deal with it. Anyway...Friday I saw "Troy" after school with Mike and Jason, and I don't care how historically inaccurate it was, I liked it (and not just because Brad Pitt's hot so shut up). Afterwards, Mike and I decided to kidnap Lesley and go downtown and wander around aimlessly. Some highlights:
- crashing some fashion show and awards banquet at the Westin hotel
- buying my first Playboy (for the articles of course)
- going the wrong way on a one way street
- being told by some homeless guy that Mike and I should get married and have 13 kids. Okay...
- our new friend "Marilyn"
Afterwards we rented "Big Fish" and saw a bunch of cop cars by McDonalds arresting some kid I remember from my world history summer school class. Even though I really wanted to watch the movie, I accidently fell alseep at Lesley's house before calling my mom to tell her where I was. In the morning I got a text message from her that began with "Are you completely whacked out?", which made me laugh and feel scared at the same time. Luckily, I'm not grounded or anything, but apparently I'm still "whacked out".
And then on Sunday I got a car! First thing my mom says when I drive up in my new car: "Wow. You're so spoiled." Ah, I love a good guilt trip. And I also bought my prom dress. Now I just have to figure everything else out...
When I went to buy a parking permit today, I was informed that they're no longer selling them because the parking lot is too full so I'll just have to park on the street for the rest of the year. I'm a little pissed, especially because, as I've observed lately, the parking lot is not too full (crowded, yes; full, no), nobody's coming to school anymore. I hate having to park on the street when I can see all of the nice little spaces in the parking lot. But I'm not complaining. I'm happy to have my license and a car. Blah blah blah...okay, so I'm lazy and don't want to have to walk really far because by the time I get to school, I have to park down the street, around the corner and down another street which makes me even later to class. Great, now I feel guilty for complaining...not that I was, but IF I was...nevermind. I should really try to do this "homework" think now.
- crashing some fashion show and awards banquet at the Westin hotel
- buying my first Playboy (for the articles of course)
- going the wrong way on a one way street
- being told by some homeless guy that Mike and I should get married and have 13 kids. Okay...
- our new friend "Marilyn"
Afterwards we rented "Big Fish" and saw a bunch of cop cars by McDonalds arresting some kid I remember from my world history summer school class. Even though I really wanted to watch the movie, I accidently fell alseep at Lesley's house before calling my mom to tell her where I was. In the morning I got a text message from her that began with "Are you completely whacked out?", which made me laugh and feel scared at the same time. Luckily, I'm not grounded or anything, but apparently I'm still "whacked out".
And then on Sunday I got a car! First thing my mom says when I drive up in my new car: "Wow. You're so spoiled." Ah, I love a good guilt trip. And I also bought my prom dress. Now I just have to figure everything else out...
When I went to buy a parking permit today, I was informed that they're no longer selling them because the parking lot is too full so I'll just have to park on the street for the rest of the year. I'm a little pissed, especially because, as I've observed lately, the parking lot is not too full (crowded, yes; full, no), nobody's coming to school anymore. I hate having to park on the street when I can see all of the nice little spaces in the parking lot. But I'm not complaining. I'm happy to have my license and a car. Blah blah blah...okay, so I'm lazy and don't want to have to walk really far because by the time I get to school, I have to park down the street, around the corner and down another street which makes me even later to class. Great, now I feel guilty for complaining...not that I was, but IF I was...nevermind. I should really try to do this "homework" think now.