A few crazy days
So I've lost my ability to remember what happened more then two days ago, so I'll just start from yesterday.
Who ACTUALLY finds sweat pants and bedroom slippers attractive? After my two hour study session at the library I went to get gas.
" Oh, I got this one, let me get the tool box, aka wallet"- Mitch Hedberg...I digress.
This is what I was wearing: Second hand sweat pants that have a huge curling iron burn in one leg, a blue superman t-shirt I haven't warn in public since the 7th grade, and lime green clogs. Yes, everyman's vision of lovilness. So I get out of the car and the ugly looks like a mutt dog faced gas station employee strolls over. Conversation went like this:
" Hey, nice car."
I haven't washed my car in three monthes
" Thanks, I like it."
" You have like a window desplay"
I'm thinking...I stole those flowers from McDonalds.
" Yep."
::Reads license plate frame::
" Looking for Prince Charming. Are you still looking?"
I think...
" Nope."
" Oh....So how many miles to the gallon do you get?"
" Did you just ask me that? I don't know. Its a 13 gallon tank, you do the math."
Gets in my car and drives away.
Later last night:
My mother is becoming this crazy senile old women who goes to grocery store and forgets whole items off the list and has me go back. Same outfit mind you, just add my vikings jacket and a pony tail. So I'm at Right Aid and these two big Samoan guys with ice cream cones were following me around. I JUST WANTED SALTINE CRACKERS AND PENCILS DAMNIT!!
Someone of the male perspective please explain this to me.
Here are my finals schedule:
Tomorrow: Spanish, AP English, go home
Friday: Chemistry, Be bored, History test.
Eh. I haven't written in a while. It felt good to vent.
Love,
Dawn.
Kimbo: Whats my nic-name?
Who ACTUALLY finds sweat pants and bedroom slippers attractive? After my two hour study session at the library I went to get gas.
" Oh, I got this one, let me get the tool box, aka wallet"- Mitch Hedberg...I digress.
This is what I was wearing: Second hand sweat pants that have a huge curling iron burn in one leg, a blue superman t-shirt I haven't warn in public since the 7th grade, and lime green clogs. Yes, everyman's vision of lovilness. So I get out of the car and the ugly looks like a mutt dog faced gas station employee strolls over. Conversation went like this:
" Hey, nice car."
I haven't washed my car in three monthes
" Thanks, I like it."
" You have like a window desplay"
I'm thinking...I stole those flowers from McDonalds.
" Yep."
::Reads license plate frame::
" Looking for Prince Charming. Are you still looking?"
I think...
" Nope."
" Oh....So how many miles to the gallon do you get?"
" Did you just ask me that? I don't know. Its a 13 gallon tank, you do the math."
Gets in my car and drives away.
Later last night:
My mother is becoming this crazy senile old women who goes to grocery store and forgets whole items off the list and has me go back. Same outfit mind you, just add my vikings jacket and a pony tail. So I'm at Right Aid and these two big Samoan guys with ice cream cones were following me around. I JUST WANTED SALTINE CRACKERS AND PENCILS DAMNIT!!
Someone of the male perspective please explain this to me.
Here are my finals schedule:
Tomorrow: Spanish, AP English, go home
Friday: Chemistry, Be bored, History test.
Eh. I haven't written in a while. It felt good to vent.
Love,
Dawn.
Kimbo: Whats my nic-name?