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fuck. i can't seem to figure out why i put myself into situations that i am uncomfortable in. like illegally drinking at a bar where a guy i haven't talked to in like a year buys me 2 pitchers of beer. don't get me wrong, i was loving my buzz. i had about 4 mugs. i think that i drink too much. i mean i don't drink that much it just seems like a lot. to me. i'm retarded. but the thing that really gets me, and probably wouldn't get anyone else, is that i don't like seeing people i knew from high school that i don't particularly like and/or haven't talked to in forever. i think i get that way because i feel like i'm still just like them when really i'm trying to be better. "so where's your boyfriend?"...."uh..i don't have one."
o_0 "why not!?"
i don't fucking know.
i bought the most comfortable jeans ever. from american eagle. i don't usually buy things from there but i just had to have these pants. i put them on and they were perfect. perfect fit, perfect length. i love the word perfect.
the journeys dude laughed at me today when i said good charlotte was the shit. whats up with that? they love me in jour-nizzle anyways. they seem to be the only cool guys who actually work in the mall now. unlike mr. aaron. or jason, whom i'm assuming has officially quit. the saddest loss i've ever experienced. seriously.
and what is up with my mother being psychic!? like how did she know i drank last night? she laughs about it though. like a joke almost. it still freaks me out. but i sit there worrying, omg shes gunna find out and be pissed and then she makes a casual comment and im like, why the hell was i so paranoid.
friends should let friends buy blue checkered vans if they are on sale!! grrr. i have an obsession with things that are checkered. like the cute bmx boy at vans skatepark with the checkered boxers who reminded me of pierre. except i hate the checkered flipflops they have at pacsun. i hateeeeee flip flops, they need to all be burned. and guys, don't wear flip flops. they're terrible.
i dreamt that i was walking down the road and i see this huge house. only its like a dorm. and its soo beautiful inside and i sneak upstairs and im walking down the halls and like all the beds are bunkbeds and they're all in the hall. and theres some people sleeping in the beds and theres a bunch of people talking really loud downstairs and i dunno how they were able to sleep. and on the opposite side of the beds is a bunch of desks and every single one of them has a freakin away message up. i think my dream was about away messages. and how everyone uses them and that even though, i can't stand them sometimes, i use them. weird, i know.
tomorrow will suck. so for the occassion, i had my nails painted black. they look nice. =) happy friday the 13th fuckers. (i say that in the most loving way possible.)
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o_0 "why not!?"
i don't fucking know.
i bought the most comfortable jeans ever. from american eagle. i don't usually buy things from there but i just had to have these pants. i put them on and they were perfect. perfect fit, perfect length. i love the word perfect.
the journeys dude laughed at me today when i said good charlotte was the shit. whats up with that? they love me in jour-nizzle anyways. they seem to be the only cool guys who actually work in the mall now. unlike mr. aaron. or jason, whom i'm assuming has officially quit. the saddest loss i've ever experienced. seriously.
and what is up with my mother being psychic!? like how did she know i drank last night? she laughs about it though. like a joke almost. it still freaks me out. but i sit there worrying, omg shes gunna find out and be pissed and then she makes a casual comment and im like, why the hell was i so paranoid.
friends should let friends buy blue checkered vans if they are on sale!! grrr. i have an obsession with things that are checkered. like the cute bmx boy at vans skatepark with the checkered boxers who reminded me of pierre. except i hate the checkered flipflops they have at pacsun. i hateeeeee flip flops, they need to all be burned. and guys, don't wear flip flops. they're terrible.
i dreamt that i was walking down the road and i see this huge house. only its like a dorm. and its soo beautiful inside and i sneak upstairs and im walking down the halls and like all the beds are bunkbeds and they're all in the hall. and theres some people sleeping in the beds and theres a bunch of people talking really loud downstairs and i dunno how they were able to sleep. and on the opposite side of the beds is a bunch of desks and every single one of them has a freakin away message up. i think my dream was about away messages. and how everyone uses them and that even though, i can't stand them sometimes, i use them. weird, i know.
tomorrow will suck. so for the occassion, i had my nails painted black. they look nice. =) happy friday the 13th fuckers. (i say that in the most loving way possible.)
<3