I should be studying a brain right now.
I'm glad I'm starting to like myself. I'm gonna be around myself for quite. some. time.
I love grocery shopping. except I'm famished so I want to DEVOUR everything I just bought. good idea? probably not.
To avoid the brightening subject matter of yesterday, I will recall my past weekend [as much as I remember]. SOOOOOOOO I went to DC. it was awesome. Never been before, and it was quite the adventure. My dad's Garmin, that stupid British bitch, hates me and took me through the Little Mexico of Charlotte. Anyway, Wednesday night, when I finally found CUA, Amy and I just chilled. She thoroughly liked her birthday present and told everybody. Basically I was told several times I am the coolest person/best friend ever for a birthday present of 14 [slightly burnt] weed cookies. And Funfetti icing. Anywoo Wednesday was chill, Thursday I went to the Rockville office and watched Day II. I wish I got to talk to Kate. Really badly. But whatever, at least I got to meet a few more people. Thursday night, after drinking we journeyed to a bar. Fun fun fun. Very drunk. Some guy saved me from dancing with someone else. He was a good kisser and very fun to dance with haha. Friday was more chill, I did chemistry homework and we went to Georgetown to meet Ben for dinner. Good pizza no doubt. Good cupcake. Some kid puked on the sidewalk and we laughed at all the people who walked through it. Gross, I know. We ate cookies later and drank some with boys downstairs. Saturday we were tourists and stood on the Reflecting Pool because it was frozen over. Some Irish guys asked if we wanted a picture and I said "Yes I want one going both ways" and one of the guys laughed and said he wanted one going both ways too. And we went to the Museum of US History. Another very cool place. Saturday night was like Thursday on steroids. I think that is enough on the subject. Basically I had a ton of fun, DC/NoVa/MD is gorgeous even with all the snow. I'm really glad I went. I needed the mental break and seeing one of my best friends was awesome.
Can I just say, WTF JACK SHEPHARD HAS A SON?! ree dick ah lus.
I hope Jimmy lives. Not to sound insensitive to this situation or any situation like this, but somehow I have gotten really lucky with all the people our age who have died. I haven't known any of them. I didn't know Julian, any of the OI7, I hardly knew Greer, I don't know Jimmy. It affects me because a. I don't understand death, and b. I have a lot of friends who were close friends with them. I really don't know what I would do if it were my brother or a close friend of mine who was in this situation. So for anybody who actually reads this, if you ever trip balls on something, please, God, be safe about it.
I love grocery shopping. except I'm famished so I want to DEVOUR everything I just bought. good idea? probably not.
To avoid the brightening subject matter of yesterday, I will recall my past weekend [as much as I remember]. SOOOOOOOO I went to DC. it was awesome. Never been before, and it was quite the adventure. My dad's Garmin, that stupid British bitch, hates me and took me through the Little Mexico of Charlotte. Anyway, Wednesday night, when I finally found CUA, Amy and I just chilled. She thoroughly liked her birthday present and told everybody. Basically I was told several times I am the coolest person/best friend ever for a birthday present of 14 [slightly burnt] weed cookies. And Funfetti icing. Anywoo Wednesday was chill, Thursday I went to the Rockville office and watched Day II. I wish I got to talk to Kate. Really badly. But whatever, at least I got to meet a few more people. Thursday night, after drinking we journeyed to a bar. Fun fun fun. Very drunk. Some guy saved me from dancing with someone else. He was a good kisser and very fun to dance with haha. Friday was more chill, I did chemistry homework and we went to Georgetown to meet Ben for dinner. Good pizza no doubt. Good cupcake. Some kid puked on the sidewalk and we laughed at all the people who walked through it. Gross, I know. We ate cookies later and drank some with boys downstairs. Saturday we were tourists and stood on the Reflecting Pool because it was frozen over. Some Irish guys asked if we wanted a picture and I said "Yes I want one going both ways" and one of the guys laughed and said he wanted one going both ways too. And we went to the Museum of US History. Another very cool place. Saturday night was like Thursday on steroids. I think that is enough on the subject. Basically I had a ton of fun, DC/NoVa/MD is gorgeous even with all the snow. I'm really glad I went. I needed the mental break and seeing one of my best friends was awesome.
Can I just say, WTF JACK SHEPHARD HAS A SON?! ree dick ah lus.
I hope Jimmy lives. Not to sound insensitive to this situation or any situation like this, but somehow I have gotten really lucky with all the people our age who have died. I haven't known any of them. I didn't know Julian, any of the OI7, I hardly knew Greer, I don't know Jimmy. It affects me because a. I don't understand death, and b. I have a lot of friends who were close friends with them. I really don't know what I would do if it were my brother or a close friend of mine who was in this situation. So for anybody who actually reads this, if you ever trip balls on something, please, God, be safe about it.