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Ohmygod she still reads my livejournal. D: AWK.
Ohfuckasdfdssdf cleaning this house is crazy. Especially organizing this room. My rich, fancy grandpa is coming to my graduation and seeing this house for the first time (lol, the Nickous), so you know, it has to look good.
Then my grad party for friends is June 29th. All those "invite or not" decisions were so awkward. And so is this hodge podge of guests I have coming... <3 my social ties! It'll be fantastic at the same time.
I went out to get a dress for senior banquet on Sunday, and came back with three. Asdkslnfs after-prom clearance holy shit. I has a pretty banquet dress and other nice things now.
I'm getting mah hurr cut on Wednesday I think.
Yes or no? This is the first time a picture has shown pretty much exactly what I want.
I hope I have enough hair to pull that off. That is THICK BEAUTIFUL ASIAN HAIR RIGHT THERE, observe.
I also have not had bangs since I was 11 and ugly as fuck, so we'll see.
I like how my only final was first thing in the morning on a Friday. And it was terrible, but I got to make my essay funny (basically make up a person's life up to age 25 from a sociological standpoint) and I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING ANYWAY :D! Also, it is scaled, and all the great, smart students who get A's in sociology were exempt... so I will probably get the highest grade (I get A's on the tests... I'm special, I'm an intelligent fuck-up) and it'll be great.
After, I went to the art room and helped Henry carry his artwork out to his car, then trekked through the field to Britty's house, into her backyard (lolll creepyyy). She answered the door and was all dumpy and sleepy and like "Hi Janellle errgghhgmmbblrrrhmmm uuhhh deerrruuhhh" for about an hour maybe.
Then we went out and had the most amazing Belgian waffles ever (melty chocolate chips and whipped cream, asdfknsn omfg I came). I got an application at a hair salon on her behalf after we sat there in the car forever, trying to prepare her for a social encounter... because she is literally neurotic. c:
After that we went back to her house and amused ourselves with love notes, a kitty, and old yearbooks.
Also we keep talking on the phone now about life and drama. Aw, special. <3
I'm going to a grad party or two every weekend for the next month. This is good, I need things to do.
I want to do a futureme.org e-mail but it would probably end up looking something like this:
"HEY MAN WHAT THE FUCK IT'S BEEN A FEW YEARS I SURE DO HOPE YOU'RE NOT AS MUCH OF A FUCK UP THESE DAYS. HAVE YOU KILLED YOURSELF, WHO KNOWS MAYBE YOU HAVE BY NOW AND YOU WON'T EVEN SEE THIS. I REALLY HOPE YOU'VE DATED OR AT LEAST GOTTEN LAID (OMG FOR REAL? WHAT YA RITE), BECOME OBNOXIOUSLY ARTSY, GOTTEN A LIFE, BECOME AWESOMELY CREATIVE, GOTTEN HOPELESSLY HIGH AND DRUNK, AND NOT OBTAINED ANY STDS. :D LOVE, YOURSELF: THE LAME PUSSY FROM THE PAST COMING BACK TO HAUNT YOU. <3"
Lolol.
Ohfuckasdfdssdf cleaning this house is crazy. Especially organizing this room. My rich, fancy grandpa is coming to my graduation and seeing this house for the first time (lol, the Nickous), so you know, it has to look good.
Then my grad party for friends is June 29th. All those "invite or not" decisions were so awkward. And so is this hodge podge of guests I have coming... <3 my social ties! It'll be fantastic at the same time.
I went out to get a dress for senior banquet on Sunday, and came back with three. Asdkslnfs after-prom clearance holy shit. I has a pretty banquet dress and other nice things now.
I'm getting mah hurr cut on Wednesday I think.
Yes or no? This is the first time a picture has shown pretty much exactly what I want.
I hope I have enough hair to pull that off. That is THICK BEAUTIFUL ASIAN HAIR RIGHT THERE, observe.
I also have not had bangs since I was 11 and ugly as fuck, so we'll see.
I like how my only final was first thing in the morning on a Friday. And it was terrible, but I got to make my essay funny (basically make up a person's life up to age 25 from a sociological standpoint) and I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING ANYWAY :D! Also, it is scaled, and all the great, smart students who get A's in sociology were exempt... so I will probably get the highest grade (I get A's on the tests... I'm special, I'm an intelligent fuck-up) and it'll be great.
After, I went to the art room and helped Henry carry his artwork out to his car, then trekked through the field to Britty's house, into her backyard (lolll creepyyy). She answered the door and was all dumpy and sleepy and like "Hi Janellle errgghhgmmbblrrrhmmm uuhhh deerrruuhhh" for about an hour maybe.
Then we went out and had the most amazing Belgian waffles ever (melty chocolate chips and whipped cream, asdfknsn omfg I came). I got an application at a hair salon on her behalf after we sat there in the car forever, trying to prepare her for a social encounter... because she is literally neurotic. c:
After that we went back to her house and amused ourselves with love notes, a kitty, and old yearbooks.
Also we keep talking on the phone now about life and drama. Aw, special. <3
I'm going to a grad party or two every weekend for the next month. This is good, I need things to do.
I want to do a futureme.org e-mail but it would probably end up looking something like this:
"HEY MAN WHAT THE FUCK IT'S BEEN A FEW YEARS I SURE DO HOPE YOU'RE NOT AS MUCH OF A FUCK UP THESE DAYS. HAVE YOU KILLED YOURSELF, WHO KNOWS MAYBE YOU HAVE BY NOW AND YOU WON'T EVEN SEE THIS. I REALLY HOPE YOU'VE DATED OR AT LEAST GOTTEN LAID (OMG FOR REAL? WHAT YA RITE), BECOME OBNOXIOUSLY ARTSY, GOTTEN A LIFE, BECOME AWESOMELY CREATIVE, GOTTEN HOPELESSLY HIGH AND DRUNK, AND NOT OBTAINED ANY STDS. :D LOVE, YOURSELF: THE LAME PUSSY FROM THE PAST COMING BACK TO HAUNT YOU. <3"
Lolol.