My Friday Night
I want to scream like Mischa Barton on the O.C. Throwing a lawn chair in a pool would be a nice touch as well.
So, here I am. Sitting in my dimly lit living room centered on the crack of our sofa with my cold, tiny feet on the coffee table and a 3-ton laptop in my lap. I chose not to go out tonight, although I really wanted to. Why, one may ask? To which I reply, "Shit, I dunno." Just kidding. I'm not hillbilly enough to sound like that.
I was actually kind of 50/50 on the whole shabang. I decided it was time for a rest. Last weekend, we were quite... busy. We were rockin' it Thursday through Sunday. Yay. I don't even know why I'm telling you this. I bet everyone who is reading already knows. damnit. (except for my good Polish friend. haha, she's Polish now... a very tan one though.)
Ok, ok, let me think. What the hell to write when your head feels like a ball of fuzz... I want a toasted s'more. LOL. Ok, I just thought of something that made myself laugh. (whoa, that just sounded kind of pathetic) Anyway, with all these weird things I feel like doing or devouring, it reminded me of that commercial with those 3 girls at the beach. Come on, you know the one. And at the end, when one of them wants chocolate and the other makes the dumbest, most unrealistic comment EVER. It's where every female in the universe thinks, "Who SAYS that?" That's what plays in my head now every time I get into these weird moods. If you're totally confused, please don't ever lay eyes on my journal again. j/k
I feel like strutting around in Shoko's Birk's wearing Steph L's wings and scarves and Megan's pink coat with Steph C's hair crowned upon me and wake up to find myself 3 inches taller (if only, if only).
The End.
So, here I am. Sitting in my dimly lit living room centered on the crack of our sofa with my cold, tiny feet on the coffee table and a 3-ton laptop in my lap. I chose not to go out tonight, although I really wanted to. Why, one may ask? To which I reply, "Shit, I dunno." Just kidding. I'm not hillbilly enough to sound like that.
I was actually kind of 50/50 on the whole shabang. I decided it was time for a rest. Last weekend, we were quite... busy. We were rockin' it Thursday through Sunday. Yay. I don't even know why I'm telling you this. I bet everyone who is reading already knows. damnit. (except for my good Polish friend. haha, she's Polish now... a very tan one though.)
Ok, ok, let me think. What the hell to write when your head feels like a ball of fuzz... I want a toasted s'more. LOL. Ok, I just thought of something that made myself laugh. (whoa, that just sounded kind of pathetic) Anyway, with all these weird things I feel like doing or devouring, it reminded me of that commercial with those 3 girls at the beach. Come on, you know the one. And at the end, when one of them wants chocolate and the other makes the dumbest, most unrealistic comment EVER. It's where every female in the universe thinks, "Who SAYS that?" That's what plays in my head now every time I get into these weird moods. If you're totally confused, please don't ever lay eyes on my journal again. j/k
I feel like strutting around in Shoko's Birk's wearing Steph L's wings and scarves and Megan's pink coat with Steph C's hair crowned upon me and wake up to find myself 3 inches taller (if only, if only).
The End.