Ew.
My dad dragged me out shopping tonight.
His exact reason was, "Christina, you need new pants. The ones you wear now make you look like a lesbian."
...
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate him?
I loathe shopping with every inch of my being.
I want to be 115 pounds. That would make it a lot easier.
Why didn't I get a fast metabolism? And can I have one? Please?
I have to wear a bathing suit on Spring Trip, because I foolishly promised a friend of mine that I would swim.
No. No way. I can't wear a bathing suit. Nope, no thanks, I'll pass, thank you.
Wow. I'm just a whining machine tonight.
Emily BETTER call me emo for this. =P
In other news...
So, he's going to prom with some sophomore named Lindsay (Lindsey? Lindsy? I don't care.) who doesn't even like him. She's only going with him to get into prom.
Which is lame.
AND one of my best friend's sister wants to take him to HER prom. Not because she likes him, oh no. Because she's the only one of her friends that doesn't have a date.
Which is also lame.
Ugh, drama, drama, drama. Too much drama.
I don't want to go to school anymore. Make it summer! Now!
Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow. Maybe.
5 hour bus trips don't usually do it, though. =\
Whatever. I'll see you guys on Saturday. Make lots of updates so I have something to read.
His exact reason was, "Christina, you need new pants. The ones you wear now make you look like a lesbian."
...
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate him?
I loathe shopping with every inch of my being.
I want to be 115 pounds. That would make it a lot easier.
Why didn't I get a fast metabolism? And can I have one? Please?
I have to wear a bathing suit on Spring Trip, because I foolishly promised a friend of mine that I would swim.
No. No way. I can't wear a bathing suit. Nope, no thanks, I'll pass, thank you.
Wow. I'm just a whining machine tonight.
Emily BETTER call me emo for this. =P
In other news...
So, he's going to prom with some sophomore named Lindsay (Lindsey? Lindsy? I don't care.) who doesn't even like him. She's only going with him to get into prom.
Which is lame.
AND one of my best friend's sister wants to take him to HER prom. Not because she likes him, oh no. Because she's the only one of her friends that doesn't have a date.
Which is also lame.
Ugh, drama, drama, drama. Too much drama.
I don't want to go to school anymore. Make it summer! Now!
Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow. Maybe.
5 hour bus trips don't usually do it, though. =\
Whatever. I'll see you guys on Saturday. Make lots of updates so I have something to read.