Praise my children's children!
I'm not the dumbest person in the land after all!!! I FINALLY got my report card, and I couldn't ask for things to have worked out any better. Ironically junior year seems to be my best, academically, which would make sense because I worked my ass off, but you know how it goes. YIKES this is the best day ever. My dad's taking me out for breakfast. He's on the phone with Harvard as we speak.
THIS. IS. MYHAPPYFACE.
Gotta go continue being busy with so little to do. It's something I've learned a lot about this summer. No, but I'm getting around. I even joined Workout 19. So now Ima dancin at BDC, and at Central Park, and lifting some big ones at the gym (that was a joke).
My dad claims that the guy at that desk (who goes to the University of Texas was flirting with me, and then proceeded to talk about how he seemed like a very nice guy, etc, as if I'm just gonna go elope with him. I think even my parents are starting to think my love life is pathetic, which as of now...IT IS. Where's the summer romance?? I was lucky(?) enough to have that once, but I was young and stupid. I want it nowww. I'm perfect for the whole relationship thing...I really am. I do much better in that situation that as a single hag. Someone once claimed that my boobs scare the boys away. Maybe I should just ace bandage myself then. I don't care at this point.
MMUUUCCHH LOVVEEE to all you summerfied peeps.
I'm seeing Wicked tomorrow!!!! (that statement just never loses it's touch. i still get butterflies)
THIS. IS. MYHAPPYFACE.
Gotta go continue being busy with so little to do. It's something I've learned a lot about this summer. No, but I'm getting around. I even joined Workout 19. So now Ima dancin at BDC, and at Central Park, and lifting some big ones at the gym (that was a joke).
My dad claims that the guy at that desk (who goes to the University of Texas was flirting with me, and then proceeded to talk about how he seemed like a very nice guy, etc, as if I'm just gonna go elope with him. I think even my parents are starting to think my love life is pathetic, which as of now...IT IS. Where's the summer romance?? I was lucky(?) enough to have that once, but I was young and stupid. I want it nowww. I'm perfect for the whole relationship thing...I really am. I do much better in that situation that as a single hag. Someone once claimed that my boobs scare the boys away. Maybe I should just ace bandage myself then. I don't care at this point.
MMUUUCCHH LOVVEEE to all you summerfied peeps.
I'm seeing Wicked tomorrow!!!! (that statement just never loses it's touch. i still get butterflies)