Chocolate Ice Cream, Fear Street and the hot maleness.
So, La just came over with Roy ... and Roy did the sweetest thing ever and brought us all chocolate ice cream cause La's having the period blues. How cute is that? So sweet. Anyway, they actually came over so that we could watch Lost Voyage, but that pretty much turned into me and La gabbing for hours about high school, Fear Street books, and getting all depressedly nostalgic. At least she had her period as an excuse, I was just being lame. Poor Roy ... the amount of babbling he has to sit through when we get together. He's such a trooper. Oh! I have to remember to send him pictures.
Anyway, it's another hellish homework week and I suppose that means that my writing in here is no big surprise. Oh! Chevelle ... well, I'll write a longer thing in my Last.FM and link it here, as if anyone cares about that. But the show wasn't amazing and they devoted a ridiculous amount of setlist to new stuff which made me want to punch Pete. But not. Cause he's pretty. So so so pretty. And short. So so so short. Which makes him a little less pretty. But not much. Pretty, pretty.
Right, so ... what else? Shaun has been gone for three weeks. In that time, I've spent almost every night cooking my own dinners, which I am incredibly proud of. My dad bought me a BBQ and it's pretty much the most amazing thing ever in that it makes awesome food in, like, five minutes. I was so over Lean Cuisines. Which, considering my feelings on my body image right now, I shouldn't be. Ugh ... before I get any more self-pitying, I'm gonna go off and not do homework. I'm so lame.
Anyway, it's another hellish homework week and I suppose that means that my writing in here is no big surprise. Oh! Chevelle ... well, I'll write a longer thing in my Last.FM and link it here, as if anyone cares about that. But the show wasn't amazing and they devoted a ridiculous amount of setlist to new stuff which made me want to punch Pete. But not. Cause he's pretty. So so so pretty. And short. So so so short. Which makes him a little less pretty. But not much. Pretty, pretty.
Right, so ... what else? Shaun has been gone for three weeks. In that time, I've spent almost every night cooking my own dinners, which I am incredibly proud of. My dad bought me a BBQ and it's pretty much the most amazing thing ever in that it makes awesome food in, like, five minutes. I was so over Lean Cuisines. Which, considering my feelings on my body image right now, I shouldn't be. Ugh ... before I get any more self-pitying, I'm gonna go off and not do homework. I'm so lame.