Oh What Now
What a weekend for sure! That's really all I have to say. I almost didn't wake up this morning, not because I didn't want to, but because I seriously was so deeply asleep. But it just felt so nice to actually sleep, I mean with me being sick and all, and getting maybe 5 hours of sleep all weekend, and just going non-stop, that sleep was needed. I have homework tonight for the first time. I'm not prepared to do it though. I have dye in my hair right now. I'm dying it dark brown. Matt and David's faces are pretty bruised up, poor boys, not really. They've now turned almost all their friends against me. They said they were going to get some girls to kick my ass....haha....like who, Emmy, Sabrina, Katy, Nicole, or any other of their bitches? That just cracks me the fuck up. Really. Yeah, but this weekend was crazy. We went to a barbeque at some point this weekend, and had a pinata and swung at it pretty intoxicated like, while some else actually held the pinata. I still have candy from that night. However, Sunday night was quite loserish since I sat at Dani's for 3 hours waiting for him to get home when he said he'd only take an hour, so I went to Old Chicago and met Lorraine, and she was drunk, while I wasn't. Then when he did get home, he didn't make me soup like he said he would, but when I made it, he ate it all. Eh, oh well. Boys will be boys...oh wait, men will be men. Yeah, and crazy sunglasses girl (don't know if I have mentioned this story, so I suppose I will before I finish)....Well, Firday night, me and Dani were in his room, doing whatever, and I guess she came over (I later found this out) and realy wanted to get laid (they've fucked before like a month ago). She heard the music coming from the room and said "Is he in there with another girl?" "...yes..." "It's that Chrissy bitch from Mario's, huh?" "...yes..." "I really liked him." And she was there until me and Dani woke up the next morning. So anyway, she told someone (who knows how many other people) that I walked in on HER and Dani fucking. Haha....keep telling yourself that biatch. Sorry. Not really. Ok, time to go wash my hair out. Yay! Ok bye!