Grandmother (drunk): "CAN I GET MY FUCKING MARTINI YOU BASTARDS" me: Grandma it came 3 times already
Right, all my life I've been a sucker for a cute smile and tall guys. I never honestly thought I'd fall this hard for a guy. I mean, he's not that bad and all. He's quite dreamy in my opinion. long-ish blonde hair, blue eyes, 6'0, incredible charm, drummer, metal head, actor, and an icredible kisser. Catch: He's 16 and lives 1000 miles away ( I never acually counted, but he's in Massachusetes.) Which leaves these problems:
1. Where he lives, he could be charged with rape for nailing me.
2. He's still the typical over horney teenage guy.
3. His parents hate me and want him to date this chick named Sophie.
4. Sophie's hott.
All of the above had lead to this fight we had last night, as you all might know. We did get back together, but in some akward way, I'm still a little hurt. I wish I had something light and funny to say like Asher or Laurens lj, but until tomorrow my first day as the youngest chick at high school, things are a little...grey. But tomorrow should be extremelly awful, so check in then.
Shout-outs
Asher, sooner or later I'm going to need to steal your jokes.
Mel, call me back biotch.
Quitoni, - "I'm not your fucking mother!" best movie. ever.
Brodey, yes you, credit for the song I'm listening to. Thanks :)