Columbus had AID's.
I CAN'T STOP LISTENING TO THE FUGEES.
I'm a Beaver, fer sher. YAY. More people to talk to, meet, all that good stuff. It's wierd...I won't be sitting in my oh-so-comfortable trio anymore and if I end up like Lindsey sitting in a lonely bathroom stall I'm going to shit myself.
New hair cut, WOOHOO!!! Check the icon. I apologize for my big ass lips taking up most of the space, but you might be able to make out my hair if you look hard enough.
Went to Seattle. Stayed at a hotel across from an adult store. From the window I watched guys park at the opposite side of the street, slowly walk over, look both ways and make a break for it. I've seriously never seen anybody dive into a store like that one guy in silver...basically, Seattle was mostly shops and pretty people with really shitty lives. Or they just made it seem that way. A lot of crackheads, and I missed every single concert I wanted to go to, including a free Modest Mouse concert. Borders was the greatest place I went to. The rest sucked because I had no one YOUNG to go with. But then again I went to the Museum of Art with mah dad, and that kicked ass.
Also went to Leavenworth in the mountains. Who would've though to stick a little German town in the middle of nowhere? They had the crappiest giftshops, but the minigolf was OFF THE HEEZY. Or not. But they had goats.
The mornings were odd. Every day at breakfast the owner would stand on the ledge outside of the eating area and blow this HUGE horn that was three times as long as my height. He was kinda skinny, really old, but looked pretty good in his awesomely fat suspenders and short shorts. :D
The woods were freaking scary since the "beware of bear" signs were EVERYWHERE. And I heard the bear behind the hotel the night before we left. HOLY CRAP. The river had really fat salmon and these rocks that looked like they had gold flecks inside of them. My dad and I looked like idiots throwing little stones at bigger stones to break them open.
I went with my dad, aunt, grandma and...this big lady who looks like Ursula incarnate. I kid you not. The only difference was the hairstyle and skin color. She didn't like me because I was the young one reading fashion magazines, and she thought she had better style because she went to beauty school. Her hair was dyed black, defied every law of gravity and looked like she piled melted black licorice on her head. She also had freaky blue eyes and if you took her face and wiped it on a white wall you'd get the friggin' rainbow, THAT'S how much makeup she had on.
More stuff happened too, buuuuut I'm really tired, so my cell phone number is 808-428-4692.
It's free if you're on T-Mobile, and then there's the free weekends.
Jasmine call me.
I'm a Beaver, fer sher. YAY. More people to talk to, meet, all that good stuff. It's wierd...I won't be sitting in my oh-so-comfortable trio anymore and if I end up like Lindsey sitting in a lonely bathroom stall I'm going to shit myself.
New hair cut, WOOHOO!!! Check the icon. I apologize for my big ass lips taking up most of the space, but you might be able to make out my hair if you look hard enough.
Went to Seattle. Stayed at a hotel across from an adult store. From the window I watched guys park at the opposite side of the street, slowly walk over, look both ways and make a break for it. I've seriously never seen anybody dive into a store like that one guy in silver...basically, Seattle was mostly shops and pretty people with really shitty lives. Or they just made it seem that way. A lot of crackheads, and I missed every single concert I wanted to go to, including a free Modest Mouse concert. Borders was the greatest place I went to. The rest sucked because I had no one YOUNG to go with. But then again I went to the Museum of Art with mah dad, and that kicked ass.
Also went to Leavenworth in the mountains. Who would've though to stick a little German town in the middle of nowhere? They had the crappiest giftshops, but the minigolf was OFF THE HEEZY. Or not. But they had goats.
The mornings were odd. Every day at breakfast the owner would stand on the ledge outside of the eating area and blow this HUGE horn that was three times as long as my height. He was kinda skinny, really old, but looked pretty good in his awesomely fat suspenders and short shorts. :D
The woods were freaking scary since the "beware of bear" signs were EVERYWHERE. And I heard the bear behind the hotel the night before we left. HOLY CRAP. The river had really fat salmon and these rocks that looked like they had gold flecks inside of them. My dad and I looked like idiots throwing little stones at bigger stones to break them open.
I went with my dad, aunt, grandma and...this big lady who looks like Ursula incarnate. I kid you not. The only difference was the hairstyle and skin color. She didn't like me because I was the young one reading fashion magazines, and she thought she had better style because she went to beauty school. Her hair was dyed black, defied every law of gravity and looked like she piled melted black licorice on her head. She also had freaky blue eyes and if you took her face and wiped it on a white wall you'd get the friggin' rainbow, THAT'S how much makeup she had on.
More stuff happened too, buuuuut I'm really tired, so my cell phone number is 808-428-4692.
It's free if you're on T-Mobile, and then there's the free weekends.
Jasmine call me.