Entry #709- We're making out inside crashed cars and sleeping through our memories
And the verdict is in. I will never ever ever ever ever become a model. I hated senior pictures. I feel so fake... like, here I am, in front of a tree that I didn't know exsisted until three seconds ago, and here I am trying to look happy about having my picture taken.
Cam whoring is so much more fun when you do it yourself. Because then you don't feel ridiculous.
Fake fake fake. We'll see how they come out. Especially since I had my hair styled (my mom wanted it down for the picture... blaahhhhhh)... and yeah. I look like a dark-haired Mandy Hicks. She seems like a cool girl and all... but still. I'm not her.
And then I came home and checked the messages... Allison, Hannah, and I were gonna get together today to work on our project. Fantastic, because by the time I got the message it was already past closing time for the library. This is what we call bad planning/communication on our parts (mostly mine). And that is when I found out that my cell phone was dead... making it impossible for anyone to get ahold of me. And this is where I say I'm sorry for slacking so horribly today. We should find some time this week to get together... especially since I won't be here this weekend (this spontaneous family trip is becoming more and more of a pain in my ass as time goes on).
I suppose that I'll talk to you guys tomorrow...?
bah.
My hair smells really funny and it's making my head hurt. It's not a bad smell... just I'm not used to it. Hair products smell so weird. They can't possibly be good for me. I might be getting high off my hair. Good thing I'm normally too lazy to do anything with my hair... I might be at the same level of intelligence as that damn Daniel kid in Econ. And that's borderline negative.
I think I was supposed to be a boy.
Manda
Cam whoring is so much more fun when you do it yourself. Because then you don't feel ridiculous.
Fake fake fake. We'll see how they come out. Especially since I had my hair styled (my mom wanted it down for the picture... blaahhhhhh)... and yeah. I look like a dark-haired Mandy Hicks. She seems like a cool girl and all... but still. I'm not her.
And then I came home and checked the messages... Allison, Hannah, and I were gonna get together today to work on our project. Fantastic, because by the time I got the message it was already past closing time for the library. This is what we call bad planning/communication on our parts (mostly mine). And that is when I found out that my cell phone was dead... making it impossible for anyone to get ahold of me. And this is where I say I'm sorry for slacking so horribly today. We should find some time this week to get together... especially since I won't be here this weekend (this spontaneous family trip is becoming more and more of a pain in my ass as time goes on).
I suppose that I'll talk to you guys tomorrow...?
bah.
My hair smells really funny and it's making my head hurt. It's not a bad smell... just I'm not used to it. Hair products smell so weird. They can't possibly be good for me. I might be getting high off my hair. Good thing I'm normally too lazy to do anything with my hair... I might be at the same level of intelligence as that damn Daniel kid in Econ. And that's borderline negative.
I think I was supposed to be a boy.
Manda