So much for my happy ending...
Kevin Plumlee fixed my car today. He put new tires on my car and rotated the old ones so my tires wouldn't blow up on the road, make me go off a cliff and die. So, therefore, indirectly, he saved my life. Kevin Plumlee saved my life. AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA.
My Yearbook CD came in the mail the other day. Dylan did an amazing job on it; it's really pretty cool. The music still sucks though. I still say we should've put the acid-techno when we were finalizing it, D. It was pretty cool to be able to clicky-click away and think to myself "Hey, I wrote that!" or "Hey, I took that picture!" Made me feel important. Even though nobody knows I did it.
Okay, so other reports are saying that the show DIDN'T suck as much as I thought. I wouldn't know, I guess...didn't give it much of a chance. But hey, I didn't spend the whole night sad again...so yay? Actually I was only sad for a second when someone started to come over but someone stopped them. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR. rr. rr rr.
Nothing beats laying down on a swingy bench in a pretty park, headphones around your neck blaring your favorite song, and writing down everything your thinking just when it's starting to cool down in the afternoon. Especially when there's a fairly hot guy laying on the table a few feet away for occasional eye candy. Especially when you can catch him staring at you. Mwahahaahaha. Yeah...that's what I did today.
My Yearbook CD came in the mail the other day. Dylan did an amazing job on it; it's really pretty cool. The music still sucks though. I still say we should've put the acid-techno when we were finalizing it, D. It was pretty cool to be able to clicky-click away and think to myself "Hey, I wrote that!" or "Hey, I took that picture!" Made me feel important. Even though nobody knows I did it.
Okay, so other reports are saying that the show DIDN'T suck as much as I thought. I wouldn't know, I guess...didn't give it much of a chance. But hey, I didn't spend the whole night sad again...so yay? Actually I was only sad for a second when someone started to come over but someone stopped them. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR. rr. rr rr.
Nothing beats laying down on a swingy bench in a pretty park, headphones around your neck blaring your favorite song, and writing down everything your thinking just when it's starting to cool down in the afternoon. Especially when there's a fairly hot guy laying on the table a few feet away for occasional eye candy. Especially when you can catch him staring at you. Mwahahaahaha. Yeah...that's what I did today.