And (s)he knew (s)he was wrong but (s)he knew it too late.
You know, I go out and have a life, and every time, I remember why I choose NOT to be social. Because it SUCKS. Or maybe *I* suck. Or maybe all of my friends coincidentally suck. I was SO excited to go out tonight - Andy's uncle was going to get us a room at the casino, and Molly and Andy and I were going to stay there. And I was looking forward to it, because those are two people that I can REALLY be myself around, you know? No pressure with Molly to be anything less than my obnoxious, cynical self, and no pressure with Andy either - I so often would go over to his house with no makeup on, in sweatpants with my hair in a high ponytail and just lay in his bed and watch his tv. And he'd come to me with all of his problems - I was pretty much his honest to god counselor. And I love being around these people because it's so relaxed and we're always laughing.
NOT TODAY. BECAUSE THAT FUCKER BROUGHT PETER. I *HATE* PETER. HE IS SUCH A FUCKING DICK. HE TREATS MOLLY AND ME AND WOMEN IN GENERAL LIKE SHIT, AND EVERYTHING THAT COMES OUT OF HIS MOUTH IS CHAUVINISTIC AND RUDE AND I CANNOT RELAX AND/OR HAVE FUN AROUND HIM. AT ALL. I saw him in the parking lot with Andy and I wanted to leave. GODDAMN IT.
So we went up to the room. And they had to rig up the bathroom so the smell of weed wouldn't linger in the room and leak out into the hallway. Then we stayed in the room for a bit and Peter, of course, had the remote so we ended up watching fucking sports the whole time EVEN THOUGH MEAN GIRLS WAS ON, HELLO. So I was an unhappy camper, but I was dealing with it. Because I had beer. So whatever. THEN I was like, "Jesus H Christ, is there food here?! DO THEY HAVE FRENCH FRIES ANYWHERE IN THE BUILDING." So we ventured downstairs to the restaurant and I got a bacon cheeseburger and a fucking HUGE order of waffle fries oh my god. You guys don't even KNOW how good that was. Like, god. The night was probably worth it just for that food lol. ALTHOUGH IT IS A STRETCH.
We went back to the room for a little bit where we watched Superbad and I died of LOL. And I was like, "wait, isn't this like... NOT out yet?" and Andy was like, "Yeah! It's still in theaters but we can watch it HERE, courtesy of the Indians." LOL. So we watched that, which was great, by the way, and then I was like, "Molly let's go play slots." The boys had to come too, of course. DAMN. But whatever so we went downstairs to the ~casino~ where I promptly lost $25 on video poker. Like, could the night BE any suckier? jw. Molly and I walked around for a long time - I really like casinos, you know. Just the atmosphere. THE COLORS. THE LIGHTS. THE PURE OXYGEN THAT I'M FUCKING BREATHING IN. THE FREE SODA. THE SOUNDS AND THE CLINKING.
We went back upstairs and it was all fucking boring again - NOBODY WAS TALKING. We were just watching sports. AGAIN. Ugh. We decided not to stay over. It was strange and awkward because we didn't know how to bring it up, but I said that we needed to go and let my sister in the house and that we'd probably just stay home so we would be able to sleep in tomorrow.
OH. AND FUCKING DAYLIGHT SAVINGS. The guy on TV reminded us to change our clocks back and I remember thinking, "FUCK. It TOTALLY figures that I'd end up having to REPEAT an hour on a night that completely SUCKS." You know, I was hoping to save that hour for sleep or fandom art. Like, "OMG YAY I GET ANOTHER HOUR TO PHOTOSHOP/VID/SLEEP TONIGHT." I completely. fucking. forgot. that was tonight. RELIVING AN HOUR OF HELL. lol.
So yeah, that was my night, whoo hoo.
Last night, I went to bed at 6 in the am, got up at 8 for math class. AND OKAY. I only have math once a week, right? So I don't see my teacher as often as most students see their teachers. I noticed she got a haircut. I noticed because it was KIND of bad - it wasn't a dramatic change at ALL, she just got it trimmed but I noticed like, clean layered edges in the back. I thought it would be a compliment to ask her if she got a haircut, since I DON'T see her that often. I mean, wouldn't it be really nice to know that I pay attention to her and actually give a shit? So yes, when she came over to check my work I was like, "hey did you get a haircut? :)" SHE KIND OF BACKED UP, TUCKED HER HAIR BEHIND HER EAR AND SLOUCHED OVER AND SAID, "You know, I DID, but it didn't turn out well, I'm embarrassed about it, actually. I'm going in today to get it fixed." SAD. I told her that *I* thought it looked really good and that I thought it looked fresh and clean, but I felt SO bad for even bringing it up.
I got done with class early (oooh it was fun. Because this Megan girl left early too and we walked out together and she is effing awesome.), got home by noon and slept until 5 and then got up and got ready and headed out for my shit social "life".
And that was my day. The end. KIND OF A BUMMER.
NOT TODAY. BECAUSE THAT FUCKER BROUGHT PETER. I *HATE* PETER. HE IS SUCH A FUCKING DICK. HE TREATS MOLLY AND ME AND WOMEN IN GENERAL LIKE SHIT, AND EVERYTHING THAT COMES OUT OF HIS MOUTH IS CHAUVINISTIC AND RUDE AND I CANNOT RELAX AND/OR HAVE FUN AROUND HIM. AT ALL. I saw him in the parking lot with Andy and I wanted to leave. GODDAMN IT.
So we went up to the room. And they had to rig up the bathroom so the smell of weed wouldn't linger in the room and leak out into the hallway. Then we stayed in the room for a bit and Peter, of course, had the remote so we ended up watching fucking sports the whole time EVEN THOUGH MEAN GIRLS WAS ON, HELLO. So I was an unhappy camper, but I was dealing with it. Because I had beer. So whatever. THEN I was like, "Jesus H Christ, is there food here?! DO THEY HAVE FRENCH FRIES ANYWHERE IN THE BUILDING." So we ventured downstairs to the restaurant and I got a bacon cheeseburger and a fucking HUGE order of waffle fries oh my god. You guys don't even KNOW how good that was. Like, god. The night was probably worth it just for that food lol. ALTHOUGH IT IS A STRETCH.
We went back to the room for a little bit where we watched Superbad and I died of LOL. And I was like, "wait, isn't this like... NOT out yet?" and Andy was like, "Yeah! It's still in theaters but we can watch it HERE, courtesy of the Indians." LOL. So we watched that, which was great, by the way, and then I was like, "Molly let's go play slots." The boys had to come too, of course. DAMN. But whatever so we went downstairs to the ~casino~ where I promptly lost $25 on video poker. Like, could the night BE any suckier? jw. Molly and I walked around for a long time - I really like casinos, you know. Just the atmosphere. THE COLORS. THE LIGHTS. THE PURE OXYGEN THAT I'M FUCKING BREATHING IN. THE FREE SODA. THE SOUNDS AND THE CLINKING.
We went back upstairs and it was all fucking boring again - NOBODY WAS TALKING. We were just watching sports. AGAIN. Ugh. We decided not to stay over. It was strange and awkward because we didn't know how to bring it up, but I said that we needed to go and let my sister in the house and that we'd probably just stay home so we would be able to sleep in tomorrow.
OH. AND FUCKING DAYLIGHT SAVINGS. The guy on TV reminded us to change our clocks back and I remember thinking, "FUCK. It TOTALLY figures that I'd end up having to REPEAT an hour on a night that completely SUCKS." You know, I was hoping to save that hour for sleep or fandom art. Like, "OMG YAY I GET ANOTHER HOUR TO PHOTOSHOP/VID/SLEEP TONIGHT." I completely. fucking. forgot. that was tonight. RELIVING AN HOUR OF HELL. lol.
So yeah, that was my night, whoo hoo.
Last night, I went to bed at 6 in the am, got up at 8 for math class. AND OKAY. I only have math once a week, right? So I don't see my teacher as often as most students see their teachers. I noticed she got a haircut. I noticed because it was KIND of bad - it wasn't a dramatic change at ALL, she just got it trimmed but I noticed like, clean layered edges in the back. I thought it would be a compliment to ask her if she got a haircut, since I DON'T see her that often. I mean, wouldn't it be really nice to know that I pay attention to her and actually give a shit? So yes, when she came over to check my work I was like, "hey did you get a haircut? :)" SHE KIND OF BACKED UP, TUCKED HER HAIR BEHIND HER EAR AND SLOUCHED OVER AND SAID, "You know, I DID, but it didn't turn out well, I'm embarrassed about it, actually. I'm going in today to get it fixed." SAD. I told her that *I* thought it looked really good and that I thought it looked fresh and clean, but I felt SO bad for even bringing it up.
I got done with class early (oooh it was fun. Because this Megan girl left early too and we walked out together and she is effing awesome.), got home by noon and slept until 5 and then got up and got ready and headed out for my shit social "life".
And that was my day. The end. KIND OF A BUMMER.