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Okay...soo I moved back into my house on Saturday night, after spending Friday night at my friend's bf's house. :) He lives right between a laundry mat and a pizza place, both of which his family owns. So his appartment has a parking lot as soon as you walk out of the door. Because everyone was drinking, and I don't drink...I stole Ana's cell and called up a friend, and we ended up talking for like 7 hours. Okay, so...I know this sounds pretty boring so far...because it is. But, being that I was sprawled out in the parking lot at 2 in the morning under a street light, 10 feet from a main road, a car-full of 18 yr olds pull over and pull-up about 2 inches from my head. Then I look up at them, propping myself on my arms and they go "HOLY SHIT! M'am, we thought you were dead!" Then some of the guys in the car start laughing: "We thought maybe your boyfriend had gotten drunk and beat you to death...we drove by you twice to see if you had moved. You sure you're okay, Cutie?" I nodded and said thank you for the concern. Then...5 minutes later, some 40 yr old in a huge deisel guzzling truck pulls up and asks me if I'm okay. I found this pretty entertaining...especially when everyone from the party came outside to see why a huge truck had pulles up. Another 10 minutes go by, and I hear ambulance sirens...so I jump up, and run into the appartment thinking that maybe someone had called an ambulance reporting a girl laying in the middle of a parking-lot motionless. They drove by twice. So..I think they were looking for me. Ack. Oops.
And the ironic thing about all these people stopping to see if I was okay is that...20 FEET AWAY WAS A POLICE STATION. You'd think one of the 7483643654056405 million cops that drove by would have stopped at least once. Psh.
Next morning, at 6 AM, I had a chocolate craving and walked accross the street in PJs to get food from Walgreens. Hm...that's about all I did last weekend. Besides going to see The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (If you're a male over the age of 9 I suggest you don't see this movie. It gets uncomfortable when a theater FULL of girls from their pre-teens, their teens and their late 40s, 50s, and 60s are ALL crying at once about some girlie teen flick. Holy shit, I've never been so scared in my life...)
Living at home hasn't been any different. I just moved back into hell, that's all. There's really nothing more to say than I can't wait to leave in Sunday. Whooooo. I'll be gone for seven weeks. Maybe that crazy bitch of a mother I have will get her fucking act together. I'm dragging my little brother with me this summer to get him out of the house and away from her. It should be a good time. I have to pack tomorrow, after my CAP interview at 4. Wish me luck, eh.
Oh...by the way, Ms. Bovard is the biggest fucking spaz I've ever met in my life. That's a fact.
-Manda
And the ironic thing about all these people stopping to see if I was okay is that...20 FEET AWAY WAS A POLICE STATION. You'd think one of the 7483643654056405 million cops that drove by would have stopped at least once. Psh.
Next morning, at 6 AM, I had a chocolate craving and walked accross the street in PJs to get food from Walgreens. Hm...that's about all I did last weekend. Besides going to see The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (If you're a male over the age of 9 I suggest you don't see this movie. It gets uncomfortable when a theater FULL of girls from their pre-teens, their teens and their late 40s, 50s, and 60s are ALL crying at once about some girlie teen flick. Holy shit, I've never been so scared in my life...)
Living at home hasn't been any different. I just moved back into hell, that's all. There's really nothing more to say than I can't wait to leave in Sunday. Whooooo. I'll be gone for seven weeks. Maybe that crazy bitch of a mother I have will get her fucking act together. I'm dragging my little brother with me this summer to get him out of the house and away from her. It should be a good time. I have to pack tomorrow, after my CAP interview at 4. Wish me luck, eh.
Oh...by the way, Ms. Bovard is the biggest fucking spaz I've ever met in my life. That's a fact.
-Manda