... Im really a fan of pumpin
So... I'm officially addicted to pumpkin pie. Is that possible? Am I going to turn into a pumpkin junkie who sits around all afternoon doing nothing but looking for my next fix? I don't think so, but oh god pumpkin is so fucking amazing. I read that in studies the smell of pumpkin caused sexual arousal of some sort. Does that mean that since Im so sex deprived Im actually addicted to sex through pumpkin? Sort of like people getting addicted to caffeine through chocolate? I mean I could have probably predicted the whole being addicted to sex thing... but I never thought it would be through a Fall squash. Thats my only explanation as to why i physically can't stop eating pumpkin products.
Moving on. I found out I got accepted into USD yesterday, which was pretty cool. Now I would like them to tell me how much money they would like to give me to attend their fine institution, but at least I have somewhere Id really like going to school lined up. Hmm Im not sure i like that phrase... lined up. Eh.
We are getting rid of our disgusting van that I have deemed the inspector gadget hobo-mobile. It's about time, its a fucking 88. My dad would have kept it until it literally lost the engine or something, but the state of california said it was a gross polluter on the smog check. He wants a Volvo station wagon?... so random. Anyway if he puts a gas petal on the 66 then I get to drive that until we get another car, scoreeee. Cauz he drives to LA every day and the chevy gets like 8 mpg. Much more practical to take my car. right? thats what i said.
This week is so so long.
adios y au revou
Moving on. I found out I got accepted into USD yesterday, which was pretty cool. Now I would like them to tell me how much money they would like to give me to attend their fine institution, but at least I have somewhere Id really like going to school lined up. Hmm Im not sure i like that phrase... lined up. Eh.
We are getting rid of our disgusting van that I have deemed the inspector gadget hobo-mobile. It's about time, its a fucking 88. My dad would have kept it until it literally lost the engine or something, but the state of california said it was a gross polluter on the smog check. He wants a Volvo station wagon?... so random. Anyway if he puts a gas petal on the 66 then I get to drive that until we get another car, scoreeee. Cauz he drives to LA every day and the chevy gets like 8 mpg. Much more practical to take my car. right? thats what i said.
This week is so so long.
adios y au revou