It wasn't your dream, it was mine.
Um. Definately just blacked out in the bathroom. I took my belly button ring out and then couldn't get it back in. It makes me queasy sometimes to touch my belly button and yeah. Had to run to my room to lay down and my ears wouldn't stop ringing.
The weekend was fun. Went shopping with Lauren. Got cute skirts and such, and finally a new white purse. My other white one is pretty dirty. Saturday night, me, Lauren, Emily, Lindsay and Amanda #2 went to Deven and Randy's for Pip's last night before going back to France. After the guys were done getting ready, we went to this other kids house that was having something for Pip. Eventually, Lauren went to hang out with Blake and Lindsay had to be home early...and it was only like 11. I was not going to go home. So I happened to call my friend Kyle and he told me about some party he was going to which happened to be only a mile from where we were, so Lindsay took us 3 there. She just dropped us off in the middle of the street. We walked in and it definately wasn't the right party. Everyone was looking at us, wondering who the hell we were. And Amanda2 and Emily had their bags with them cuz they were going to be spending the night somewhere. So I called Kyle and the party was on the next street over. Too many people. Saw some people I wouldn't expect to see...the first guy I gave head to that graduated a few years ago..Jesse,who can hook up with me in a bathroom but is too cool to talk to me other than that, and some others. Definately from back in the slut days. I like how people still call me a whore and shit, when the only guy I've done anything with in the past year is Anthony, and now I am too scared to even do anything with a guy if I wanted to.
It's cute how certain girls don't talk to you at school, but outside, it's "OMG hi sweetie!!!" blah blah blah.
And I don't like it when people suck on my suckers either. It came to be about 1 in the morning, and I wasn't home yet. I called Ryan and he came and got me. Got home an hour late. So my mom doesn't care that I got home around 2 last weekend, but this wkend she was pissed.
I know I should watch what I write, only because I will get shit for it, but whatever. Fuck you.
People that mind, don't matter, and people that matter, don't mind.
Oh yeah. I wanted to have sex with the weather today. Skirts skirts skirts here we come. Ahhh.
The weekend was fun. Went shopping with Lauren. Got cute skirts and such, and finally a new white purse. My other white one is pretty dirty. Saturday night, me, Lauren, Emily, Lindsay and Amanda #2 went to Deven and Randy's for Pip's last night before going back to France. After the guys were done getting ready, we went to this other kids house that was having something for Pip. Eventually, Lauren went to hang out with Blake and Lindsay had to be home early...and it was only like 11. I was not going to go home. So I happened to call my friend Kyle and he told me about some party he was going to which happened to be only a mile from where we were, so Lindsay took us 3 there. She just dropped us off in the middle of the street. We walked in and it definately wasn't the right party. Everyone was looking at us, wondering who the hell we were. And Amanda2 and Emily had their bags with them cuz they were going to be spending the night somewhere. So I called Kyle and the party was on the next street over. Too many people. Saw some people I wouldn't expect to see...the first guy I gave head to that graduated a few years ago..Jesse,who can hook up with me in a bathroom but is too cool to talk to me other than that, and some others. Definately from back in the slut days. I like how people still call me a whore and shit, when the only guy I've done anything with in the past year is Anthony, and now I am too scared to even do anything with a guy if I wanted to.
It's cute how certain girls don't talk to you at school, but outside, it's "OMG hi sweetie!!!" blah blah blah.
And I don't like it when people suck on my suckers either. It came to be about 1 in the morning, and I wasn't home yet. I called Ryan and he came and got me. Got home an hour late. So my mom doesn't care that I got home around 2 last weekend, but this wkend she was pissed.
I know I should watch what I write, only because I will get shit for it, but whatever. Fuck you.
People that mind, don't matter, and people that matter, don't mind.
Oh yeah. I wanted to have sex with the weather today. Skirts skirts skirts here we come. Ahhh.