starting thursday, through to now, all the important events that i can think of
thursday night i went to chris' house with jesse jackie marie and liv, and robert hunter was there, nora, sabrina and mia... and liv's brother pierce! haha, hes such a cool kid.
anyway... we had mojitos!!! holla! they were delicious. and it was just, really chill, i liked almost everyone there, just felt good to relax and have a little fun. i got a huge bruise on my thigh, i think from trying to sit on a particularly high stool... it hurts...
and then i went to work still a little groggy, but it was fine. and friday night was pretty uneventful, which was good, i needed some time to recover. but i got contacts after work :P
!!!!! I'm really happy. amanda said they make me look older, less like a kid, which is exactly what i want to hear.
last night i went to tim jordan's birthday party with jesse liv jackie marie and grayland. they were pretty much out of alcohol when we got there, but i stole some from robert hunter and patrick mcbride found me and was like, really excited to see me and he let me have his wine, which was nasty.
and ive been fighting with travis for a few weeks now because he couldn't make up his mind whether or not hes serious about us. i had been texting travis for an hour or something and he broke up with me while we were leaving the party and i threw a fit in the parking lot of the apartments we were at because jesse wouldnt let me stay with patrick, so while in jesses car i called patrick and told him to pick me up. and then we went to jono's house and hottubbed and hes really fucking attractive. and i dont believe him when he said hes only hooked up with one girl this year. except maybe because its taken him that long to get over jo. anyway, we were walking around outside in the dark and i missed two steps on the brick patio going down so i now have a sprained ankle and bruised knees.
at the end of the night, four this morning, i texted jesse as i was falling asleep
"that wasn't the best idea i've ever had but it wasnt the worst either"
and even now that im totally sober and not all hot and bothered and wet and cold and tired, i still cant decide wether it was a good day or a bad day.
and i put too much importance on looks.
and at some point, he (patrick) kissed my forehead, and i said 'please dont do that' and he asked me why and i said "it means something to me" so he kissed the top of my head.
is that stupid of me?
i want to get fucked up again. but in a controlled environment.
anyway... we had mojitos!!! holla! they were delicious. and it was just, really chill, i liked almost everyone there, just felt good to relax and have a little fun. i got a huge bruise on my thigh, i think from trying to sit on a particularly high stool... it hurts...
and then i went to work still a little groggy, but it was fine. and friday night was pretty uneventful, which was good, i needed some time to recover. but i got contacts after work :P
!!!!! I'm really happy. amanda said they make me look older, less like a kid, which is exactly what i want to hear.
last night i went to tim jordan's birthday party with jesse liv jackie marie and grayland. they were pretty much out of alcohol when we got there, but i stole some from robert hunter and patrick mcbride found me and was like, really excited to see me and he let me have his wine, which was nasty.
and ive been fighting with travis for a few weeks now because he couldn't make up his mind whether or not hes serious about us. i had been texting travis for an hour or something and he broke up with me while we were leaving the party and i threw a fit in the parking lot of the apartments we were at because jesse wouldnt let me stay with patrick, so while in jesses car i called patrick and told him to pick me up. and then we went to jono's house and hottubbed and hes really fucking attractive. and i dont believe him when he said hes only hooked up with one girl this year. except maybe because its taken him that long to get over jo. anyway, we were walking around outside in the dark and i missed two steps on the brick patio going down so i now have a sprained ankle and bruised knees.
at the end of the night, four this morning, i texted jesse as i was falling asleep
"that wasn't the best idea i've ever had but it wasnt the worst either"
and even now that im totally sober and not all hot and bothered and wet and cold and tired, i still cant decide wether it was a good day or a bad day.
and i put too much importance on looks.
and at some point, he (patrick) kissed my forehead, and i said 'please dont do that' and he asked me why and i said "it means something to me" so he kissed the top of my head.
is that stupid of me?
i want to get fucked up again. but in a controlled environment.