(though it has nothing to do w the entry) "to do is to be" dont talk, do
sunday i went to iselin- "little india". my parent and i were the only white people there but it was awesome. food was yummy, but made me sick. beautiful jewelry. i got an awesome cuff and cool earrings and a cool neclace. seriously awesome.
then i went to jenni's for the first time in years with victoria and scott. we watched sixth sense, and im still scared by that one part where she pukes in his tent. but thats the only part, so i jus hid in scotts shoulder. was fine.
saturday i hung around, scott came over, we hung out, went to dinner with grandmother.
friday we had a game. i sucked, was really *off* i dunno why. but i messed up the routines where i shouldnt have and did fine where i should have messed up. then, on the bus-ride home, things were... weird? jenni kristen jesse w and me and a bit of robbie webb played truth or dare. i was the only person who was continuously dare to hook up with people, and i never realized it until i was about to do it. one was alright,another, person sucked ASS. (prob their first, but really, they just opened their mouth as wide as possible and licked) and the last would have been good, but i was all messed up from that horrible kiss and they had unstatable reasons to be rushing. so i was too this, he was too that. w/e. i know im good when not in this situation. but i have to say, it hurt my self-esteem. ha, who really gives a shit?
thursday rb with mars. wow. just wow. mars how i love you. and i promise to bring th neclaces if you remind me.
wednesday- practice, mars came over, matt r came over, mars slept over. i like hats. and dress up.
back to the present- school sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. and i think you get the idea.
and a reminder to all who read my entries:
this is my place for ranting so that i dont rant to my friends, and lose them all.
im horrible.
then i went to jenni's for the first time in years with victoria and scott. we watched sixth sense, and im still scared by that one part where she pukes in his tent. but thats the only part, so i jus hid in scotts shoulder. was fine.
saturday i hung around, scott came over, we hung out, went to dinner with grandmother.
friday we had a game. i sucked, was really *off* i dunno why. but i messed up the routines where i shouldnt have and did fine where i should have messed up. then, on the bus-ride home, things were... weird? jenni kristen jesse w and me and a bit of robbie webb played truth or dare. i was the only person who was continuously dare to hook up with people, and i never realized it until i was about to do it. one was alright,another, person sucked ASS. (prob their first, but really, they just opened their mouth as wide as possible and licked) and the last would have been good, but i was all messed up from that horrible kiss and they had unstatable reasons to be rushing. so i was too this, he was too that. w/e. i know im good when not in this situation. but i have to say, it hurt my self-esteem. ha, who really gives a shit?
thursday rb with mars. wow. just wow. mars how i love you. and i promise to bring th neclaces if you remind me.
wednesday- practice, mars came over, matt r came over, mars slept over. i like hats. and dress up.
back to the present- school sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. sux. and i think you get the idea.
and a reminder to all who read my entries:
this is my place for ranting so that i dont rant to my friends, and lose them all.
im horrible.