you've got your mother's cheekbones & your father's crooked smile
This is the most hungover I've ever been in my entire fucking life. By far. It was traumatic. I'm okay now though, so I can talk about it, lol. I was legit concerned that I was going to dehydrate to death. Because I threw up, and then thought I was fine so I drank water, but then I threw up twice more and I was so concerned that I was never going to be able to retain water ever again. And the inside skin of my back felt like it was burning and my forearms were weird. I felt like I needed an IV or something. BUT LOOK, I LIVED.
So yeah, yesterday work was shitty and then my mom, sister, and I went to the mall and that was a PAIN but I didn't care because I made a documentary lol. I was so BOARD so I didn't complain - I fixed the situation by entertaining myself. Yaaaaay new camera phone. I need to edit it, it's nbd, really, but it was something to do. OH AND I'M SO PISSED, YOU GUYS - these two little kids were full on FIGHTING ON THE FLOOR in front of Ben & Jerry's and I thought I was filming it BUT IT TURNS OUT that I hit the record button twice so it didn't catch. I was honestly depressed about it. For like 5 minutes. We went out to dinner and my mom told me to stop fucking my potatoes so we could go and I had no idea what she meant but apparently I was eating them really perversely, in the way I was sliding them off of my spoon. Yes I have sex on my mind at nearly all times HOWEVER, I highly doubt it was an issue. She just probably thought it was because she has sex on her mind at nearly all times as well. Bad math. Speaking of, I guess she told my father that neither of his daughters were virgins anymore. He took it really well, lol, and I'm not even being sarcastic.
I hate my Stats professor. He full on deleted my post like a goddamn juvenile. I realize it was THREE MINUTES LATE, but who does that, seriously. And I am doing horrible in that class because I always fucking forget about it and I don't even care and I'm so angry that I even took it because it's not even required. What was I thinking.
I need to make a music post soon because I have a few new favorite songs and I need to share them but I don't have time right now because I'm a right mess and should probably clean myself up A LITTLE before I leave the house. Mette and I are going to see The Last Song tonight. Shut up. I don't like Miley Cyrus, so to combat this problem I'm just going to pretend that I am the lead. But yeah, *I* think it looks lovely and inspiring, albeit a bit cheesy, but I am in the mood for cheese right now. And it will probably make me cry because I feel like I could have a love like that BUT I CAN'T HAVE HIM. I know "could" and "can't" are contradictory terms but I swear it makes sense in context, ok. /whining. I AM ALSO EXCITED TO SEE THE JONESES. We were going to see that but our theater doesn't have it yet and we didn't want to drive to the other one because we're lazy and feel like shit today. So yay for feeling like crap together.
I clearly did not make it into the clay studio today. lol. Seriously I thought I was going to die for a minute there, it was horrible, I'm never drinking again... yeah.
So yeah, yesterday work was shitty and then my mom, sister, and I went to the mall and that was a PAIN but I didn't care because I made a documentary lol. I was so BOARD so I didn't complain - I fixed the situation by entertaining myself. Yaaaaay new camera phone. I need to edit it, it's nbd, really, but it was something to do. OH AND I'M SO PISSED, YOU GUYS - these two little kids were full on FIGHTING ON THE FLOOR in front of Ben & Jerry's and I thought I was filming it BUT IT TURNS OUT that I hit the record button twice so it didn't catch. I was honestly depressed about it. For like 5 minutes. We went out to dinner and my mom told me to stop fucking my potatoes so we could go and I had no idea what she meant but apparently I was eating them really perversely, in the way I was sliding them off of my spoon. Yes I have sex on my mind at nearly all times HOWEVER, I highly doubt it was an issue. She just probably thought it was because she has sex on her mind at nearly all times as well. Bad math. Speaking of, I guess she told my father that neither of his daughters were virgins anymore. He took it really well, lol, and I'm not even being sarcastic.
I hate my Stats professor. He full on deleted my post like a goddamn juvenile. I realize it was THREE MINUTES LATE, but who does that, seriously. And I am doing horrible in that class because I always fucking forget about it and I don't even care and I'm so angry that I even took it because it's not even required. What was I thinking.
I need to make a music post soon because I have a few new favorite songs and I need to share them but I don't have time right now because I'm a right mess and should probably clean myself up A LITTLE before I leave the house. Mette and I are going to see The Last Song tonight. Shut up. I don't like Miley Cyrus, so to combat this problem I'm just going to pretend that I am the lead. But yeah, *I* think it looks lovely and inspiring, albeit a bit cheesy, but I am in the mood for cheese right now. And it will probably make me cry because I feel like I could have a love like that BUT I CAN'T HAVE HIM. I know "could" and "can't" are contradictory terms but I swear it makes sense in context, ok. /whining. I AM ALSO EXCITED TO SEE THE JONESES. We were going to see that but our theater doesn't have it yet and we didn't want to drive to the other one because we're lazy and feel like shit today. So yay for feeling like crap together.
I clearly did not make it into the clay studio today. lol. Seriously I thought I was going to die for a minute there, it was horrible, I'm never drinking again... yeah.