They don't want poets, they want pigeons on a stool.
I haven't been on livejournal much. Thing is, I seem to be on the computer all of the freaking time, just never on any real website.
We held a Tuesday party because we were bored and Tuesdays are the best days for parties.
Out of the handful of friends I texted about it, only Kayla and Whitney responded (I should have called people but it was Monday and I couldn't seem to remember that one had the ability to call people with cell phones until the party had started)...so we spent the day doing every silly thing we could think of, including Apples to Apples and Bollywood movies. I haven't laughed so hard...well, since Kayla moved away. She brings out the boundless third-grader laughter in me, I believe.
Whitney had to spend the night on wednesday because her mother was having surgery. I lost all energy at around ten o'clock that night and have been a complete zombie since then...we both started talking and acting like we did back in the seventh grade, and that always makes me feel solemn and dirty. I hate reverting back into terrible behaviors.
Amy Lynn is sleeping in our living room. Crazy!
I hope I hope I hope that one day I might just hope for something worth hoping for.
We held a Tuesday party because we were bored and Tuesdays are the best days for parties.
Out of the handful of friends I texted about it, only Kayla and Whitney responded (I should have called people but it was Monday and I couldn't seem to remember that one had the ability to call people with cell phones until the party had started)...so we spent the day doing every silly thing we could think of, including Apples to Apples and Bollywood movies. I haven't laughed so hard...well, since Kayla moved away. She brings out the boundless third-grader laughter in me, I believe.
Whitney had to spend the night on wednesday because her mother was having surgery. I lost all energy at around ten o'clock that night and have been a complete zombie since then...we both started talking and acting like we did back in the seventh grade, and that always makes me feel solemn and dirty. I hate reverting back into terrible behaviors.
Amy Lynn is sleeping in our living room. Crazy!
I hope I hope I hope that one day I might just hope for something worth hoping for.