Stranded! at the Drive-in?
So I didn't eat dinner again tonight because my parents went out to a party without cooking dinner. God, I sound like a spoiled brat, huh? But honestly, I don't know how to marinate a steak. Or make soup. Or any of the things that I could probably make with the raw materials in my kitchen. I think my mother should've prepared something or left us some money so we could get take-out or something, but no. Apparently, she doesn't have to cook for her children who are 'grown-up and don't do a damn thing all day.' When I become a mother, could someone please slap me if I ever use this logic? Thanks.
Anyway, I'm overly emotional and I'm crying on the phone to my grandma because I'm hungry and I'm losing weight and that'd be great, only I'm losing weight because I'm hungry, and that's not okay. Grandma can't help me, though, so I call Agnes, my friend from college who is going to be my roommate in September. She understands and she offers to order me pizza, and I refuse. My mom fucked up, and I refuse to have Agnes fix my mom's fuck up. She got that too. So she was coming to Long Island to visit her boyfriend in Glen Cove, about a half hour away from me. She offers to come over and take me out to dinner. Which I accept, because I haven't seen her since I left school. She says she has to leave work at 10:30, will reach her boyfriend's at 11:30, and then head over to me.
It's 4:04AM and I'm still waiting for her to show up.
Betrayed. Stood up. Angry. Hungry. All these flashing through my mind as I call, text, call again, call her boyfriend, leave a voicemail. Worried, sure. But more like pissed off.
I don't know anymore. I've made a resolution that I'm going to try to get Robert Schwartzman to kiss me "TOMORROW" at the concert. My friend went to Warped today and got Tyson Ritter to kiss her, so I might as well give it a shot. At least I'm not trying it with Ryan, right? Right.
Tomorrow will be better, and maybe Agnes will apologize.
<3Stephanie
Anyway, I'm overly emotional and I'm crying on the phone to my grandma because I'm hungry and I'm losing weight and that'd be great, only I'm losing weight because I'm hungry, and that's not okay. Grandma can't help me, though, so I call Agnes, my friend from college who is going to be my roommate in September. She understands and she offers to order me pizza, and I refuse. My mom fucked up, and I refuse to have Agnes fix my mom's fuck up. She got that too. So she was coming to Long Island to visit her boyfriend in Glen Cove, about a half hour away from me. She offers to come over and take me out to dinner. Which I accept, because I haven't seen her since I left school. She says she has to leave work at 10:30, will reach her boyfriend's at 11:30, and then head over to me.
It's 4:04AM and I'm still waiting for her to show up.
Betrayed. Stood up. Angry. Hungry. All these flashing through my mind as I call, text, call again, call her boyfriend, leave a voicemail. Worried, sure. But more like pissed off.
I don't know anymore. I've made a resolution that I'm going to try to get Robert Schwartzman to kiss me "TOMORROW" at the concert. My friend went to Warped today and got Tyson Ritter to kiss her, so I might as well give it a shot. At least I'm not trying it with Ryan, right? Right.
Tomorrow will be better, and maybe Agnes will apologize.
<3Stephanie