read me liek a book
luckily livejournal took a long time to load, so i wrote what i wanted to write in my real life journal. it's probably for the best, because i would have regretted writing it later. No one needs to know.
but one thing to say on the subject: fuck it.
Something i realized:
I kind of regret not staying with or trying sooner to get with Ramya. she's getting hotter by the day, it seems. well, there's always senior year. hopefully she doesn't go to germany.
I'm going backpacking tomorrow night with my dad and my soontobe step sister katie. i hope she doesn't try to rape me. she is desperately in love with me, and i'm not just saying that to brag, or whatever. She called me the other day "just to talk" and when i said that was a dumb reason and that i was hanging up the phone, she then said she was joking and wanted to know if my grandma needed anything... but she called my cell phone. And then tonight, she called me twice to see if my grandma needed anything tomorow. And just so everybody knows, my grandma has a home phone and a cell phone, both of which have a 425 area code, whereas my area code, 541, is long distance.
why don't pretty girls my age like me?
and the other day, i almost did it. but thankfully my grandma came home. I'm glad, because that's not really something i want to start doing. vague thoughts.
but one thing to say on the subject: fuck it.
Something i realized:
I kind of regret not staying with or trying sooner to get with Ramya. she's getting hotter by the day, it seems. well, there's always senior year. hopefully she doesn't go to germany.
I'm going backpacking tomorrow night with my dad and my soontobe step sister katie. i hope she doesn't try to rape me. she is desperately in love with me, and i'm not just saying that to brag, or whatever. She called me the other day "just to talk" and when i said that was a dumb reason and that i was hanging up the phone, she then said she was joking and wanted to know if my grandma needed anything... but she called my cell phone. And then tonight, she called me twice to see if my grandma needed anything tomorow. And just so everybody knows, my grandma has a home phone and a cell phone, both of which have a 425 area code, whereas my area code, 541, is long distance.
why don't pretty girls my age like me?
and the other day, i almost did it. but thankfully my grandma came home. I'm glad, because that's not really something i want to start doing. vague thoughts.