I went to 82 last night after a month or so. Jessica and Erika took me which was awfully nice of them. It was a sweaty fuckhole of dirty bodies and dirty dancing. I only went there for one reason and one reason only; to slap a boy. I missed my chance. I will wait until Wednesday to show up and attack him, fucking prick. I do not like clubs anymore. All I do is hibernate in my room and sleep, sleep, sleep.
Another reason I went was to see the boy I currently like. But it's always the same thing every time; he's weird now. He stared at me from across the room the whole night making dumb faces and didn't once come and say hi, which is all I had hoped he would do the whole night. Oh, until the end--When he was leaving--He sat next to me and told me to put my number in his new phone. "Now I have a new phone...So now I can call you." Yeah...Right. Why does it always have to be like this? This weird interruption? Why? Someone please explain it to me.
On a lighter note, here are some pictures I took of Minka and I's lovely afternoon walk today! [For those of you who don't know who Minka is, she's my dog and obviously the love of my life.]