fast drums and loud guitars
nine days until the move back. getting ready. not really. too lazy.
my sister broke the h key on my laptop. it sticks like a bitch now. i have to punch the goddamn keyboard to type an h. wonder how to fix that.
peter finished the book i lent him last night. talk about it. he was really high and talking smart. kinda lost me. been a while since i read that book. yesterday we talked for like...a little over an hour. he kinda made fun of me because i eat meat. it was funny. its cool meeting someone with a new perspective. it was a funny conversation in general. talked about full house. family matters. lazy town. i didnt think anyone watched that show. its such a guilty pleasure. i about shit my pants when he started talking about it and i was just like...."hold up...you watch that too?"
kendahl left me a voicemail. made me laugh.
"hey nicky you're so fine you're so fine you...call me back..."
or something like that. made me laugh a lot. i miss that doll.
called amber. talked about moving in. her and mike. cars. kim. blah blah blah. she told me the first morning we are there after i wake up i have to wake her up and tell her she looks like shit. like old times. and then we're going to have a cig on the back porch. like old times.
i guess she already went up to campus and bought books. i was like...umm...why so early. i guess she wanted to get used books before they were given away but all the classes she has this semester got new editions for the text books so they are all new, and no used.
work sucked last night/ this morning. it just dragged out. glad that tonight is my last night until sunday. getting excited for this weekend. gotta work on my outfit. find something to wear. not sweating it that much. gotta buy sunglasses though.
the monster truck hasn't been sold yet. still chilling by the side of the road. if its there next thursday i'm buying it. i know i won't have enough for it, but it says $1600 Or Best Offer. and if they won't take what i have i'll just talk to my dad about lending me the rest. or just giving me the rest. and if i do end up getting it, then i most likely won't have any money for my first week or two at school. which is no big. i left that place a broke whore. i can go back a broke whore.
have to call joanie tommorow morning to see if she pulled some strings. if not, well, bye bye howell wal-mart. hello jobless in owosso. again.
hazel hasnt been feeling good and her mom asked if she was pregnant. hilary, hazels sister was like..."mom, hazel isn't a whore." hazel's mom just replied with a "i know, but accidents happen." what kind of response is that?
"hazel its ok if your preggers. i dont care. accidents happen!"
who's mom says that? seriously?
one more day of work.
two more days until peter.
nine more days of home.
i'm gonna miss my sister. and my dog thinks im his best friend now. i get home at seven thirty and all summer he hasnt gotten up since i got home. my mom will wake up and start getting ready for work and ben will be all....zzzzz...and the second i open the door he comes running out of the bedroom. i could have sworn that dog hated me. he runs out of the bedroom and just won't leave me alone until i pet him or scrath his belly. i wish i could bring him to school with me. that would be fun. a dog in the dorm.
my sister broke the h key on my laptop. it sticks like a bitch now. i have to punch the goddamn keyboard to type an h. wonder how to fix that.
peter finished the book i lent him last night. talk about it. he was really high and talking smart. kinda lost me. been a while since i read that book. yesterday we talked for like...a little over an hour. he kinda made fun of me because i eat meat. it was funny. its cool meeting someone with a new perspective. it was a funny conversation in general. talked about full house. family matters. lazy town. i didnt think anyone watched that show. its such a guilty pleasure. i about shit my pants when he started talking about it and i was just like...."hold up...you watch that too?"
kendahl left me a voicemail. made me laugh.
"hey nicky you're so fine you're so fine you...call me back..."
or something like that. made me laugh a lot. i miss that doll.
called amber. talked about moving in. her and mike. cars. kim. blah blah blah. she told me the first morning we are there after i wake up i have to wake her up and tell her she looks like shit. like old times. and then we're going to have a cig on the back porch. like old times.
i guess she already went up to campus and bought books. i was like...umm...why so early. i guess she wanted to get used books before they were given away but all the classes she has this semester got new editions for the text books so they are all new, and no used.
work sucked last night/ this morning. it just dragged out. glad that tonight is my last night until sunday. getting excited for this weekend. gotta work on my outfit. find something to wear. not sweating it that much. gotta buy sunglasses though.
the monster truck hasn't been sold yet. still chilling by the side of the road. if its there next thursday i'm buying it. i know i won't have enough for it, but it says $1600 Or Best Offer. and if they won't take what i have i'll just talk to my dad about lending me the rest. or just giving me the rest. and if i do end up getting it, then i most likely won't have any money for my first week or two at school. which is no big. i left that place a broke whore. i can go back a broke whore.
have to call joanie tommorow morning to see if she pulled some strings. if not, well, bye bye howell wal-mart. hello jobless in owosso. again.
hazel hasnt been feeling good and her mom asked if she was pregnant. hilary, hazels sister was like..."mom, hazel isn't a whore." hazel's mom just replied with a "i know, but accidents happen." what kind of response is that?
"hazel its ok if your preggers. i dont care. accidents happen!"
who's mom says that? seriously?
one more day of work.
two more days until peter.
nine more days of home.
i'm gonna miss my sister. and my dog thinks im his best friend now. i get home at seven thirty and all summer he hasnt gotten up since i got home. my mom will wake up and start getting ready for work and ben will be all....zzzzz...and the second i open the door he comes running out of the bedroom. i could have sworn that dog hated me. he runs out of the bedroom and just won't leave me alone until i pet him or scrath his belly. i wish i could bring him to school with me. that would be fun. a dog in the dorm.