"[e]xactly where you'd like me, you know, praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety"
FREEDOM.
Presentation went well-ish.
Didn't catch up with T-Carolyn and Uncle Pete, they went through BR while I was in class, unfortunately. I'll have to send Dad's bday gift the old fashioned way courtesy of USPS.
Savant is on, and I'm getting ready to go to New Orleans. PRITTY CASEY IS PRITTY. Talked to mom, she told me not to do anything outrageous for beads. I don't plan on it. Hopefully I'll just get some, and have a good time all around.
Happy Darienne is happy.
Hallelujah for Mardi Gras.
But It's Better If You Do, Panic! At The Disco
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Praying for love and paying in naivety is fucking right.
Short of it is; Lauren and I left for N.O., just as we're getting to Derek's house, she scrapes her car against some guy's, has to call her parents. Lo and behold, she hadn't told her parents we were in New Orleans so I drive her ass home in the dark in a strange car at 7:00 at night when I could've been on a flight home. I listen to her getting lectured by her parents, become informed that going to N.O. isn't all it's cracked up to be and that her cop mom doesn't think it's worth it. Her dad finally brought us back to the dorm (while along the way we find there was a nice parade in BR we could've gone to) and I subsequently get raised and crushed hopes-- flight home tomorrow? No ride to the fucking airport.
TL;DR-- I'm alone in my empty dorm for the next four days.
Fucking... I want to beat the shit out of something. I could be fucking HOME. I cried. I cursed. And all the while I played the good friend and didn't go off because it's not my place to. I explain in as nice terms as I can that i'm upset, and she HAS THE NERVE TO TELL ME, "Well, I did tell you to go home." I'm still upset.
I'm going to rot my brain with Guitar Hero all weekend.
God took pity on me right now and gave me The Fifth Element. Almost from the beginning. It's the beginning of an apology I'll have to accept.
Presentation went well-ish.
Didn't catch up with T-Carolyn and Uncle Pete, they went through BR while I was in class, unfortunately. I'll have to send Dad's bday gift the old fashioned way courtesy of USPS.
Savant is on, and I'm getting ready to go to New Orleans. PRITTY CASEY IS PRITTY. Talked to mom, she told me not to do anything outrageous for beads. I don't plan on it. Hopefully I'll just get some, and have a good time all around.
Happy Darienne is happy.
Hallelujah for Mardi Gras.
But It's Better If You Do, Panic! At The Disco
edit|
Praying for love and paying in naivety is fucking right.
Short of it is; Lauren and I left for N.O., just as we're getting to Derek's house, she scrapes her car against some guy's, has to call her parents. Lo and behold, she hadn't told her parents we were in New Orleans so I drive her ass home in the dark in a strange car at 7:00 at night when I could've been on a flight home. I listen to her getting lectured by her parents, become informed that going to N.O. isn't all it's cracked up to be and that her cop mom doesn't think it's worth it. Her dad finally brought us back to the dorm (while along the way we find there was a nice parade in BR we could've gone to) and I subsequently get raised and crushed hopes-- flight home tomorrow? No ride to the fucking airport.
TL;DR-- I'm alone in my empty dorm for the next four days.
Fucking... I want to beat the shit out of something. I could be fucking HOME. I cried. I cursed. And all the while I played the good friend and didn't go off because it's not my place to. I explain in as nice terms as I can that i'm upset, and she HAS THE NERVE TO TELL ME, "Well, I did tell you to go home." I'm still upset.
I'm going to rot my brain with Guitar Hero all weekend.
God took pity on me right now and gave me The Fifth Element. Almost from the beginning. It's the beginning of an apology I'll have to accept.