Well Is it still me that makes you sweat?
GOD!!! Me and my roomie are such losters. We both have Panic! lyrics as our subject....
Well Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim,
And your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Well Then think of what you did.
And I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim,
And your heart is racing as you're fingers touch your skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch... a better fuck.
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me.
Girl I was it look past the sweat,
A better love deserving of exchanging body heat,
In the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be.. me
So, I bought this dress that I fell in love with because I needed for a date party.... but no.... not going now. And I am not returning THIS dress that I feel in love with because of what happened with another dress that I fell in love with and didn't need because of some stupid boy.
FUCK YOU JEFF!!!! I'd like to be able to blame about 94% of my problems on you but in reality, it's probably on 68%.
Blah! I am just so confused with all the shit that has been going on, and I really feel like I need to chill. Take a vacation. I need to do something spontanous and crazy, and totally selfish. I am almost debating going to get my tattoo today. But no, I am still too much of a chicken. I hate not knowing what is going on and I hate not being in control of the situation. That, and maybe the incrediably low tolerance I have for shady ass people. I just want to know the truth and I want to know what's going on.
If you are mad at me, tell me why. I can't fix it if I don't know what the problem is. I want ot talk things otu. I don't sit and do nothing real easily.
I want to go see the new Dane Cook movie, "Waiting"
I can't wait to go to the F.F. Concert with Laura though I have the feeling we will get sooooo lost, but it's okay. It will be entertaining though, cause FF is one of like 4 bands Laura and I have in common. "I kissed a drunk girl, I kissed a drunk girl yes I did. Kissed a drunk girl on the lips. I let my guard down. How could I have been so dumb? Her eyes were open I know I am not the one I know I am not the one I know I am not the oneeeeeee!"
Overall, it was a decent weekend. I'm hoping tonight's events will make it better, but here is to hoping I get more then three hours of sleep. Tar and Nic and I are going to go to the mall tonight.... I fucking hate the Deptford Mall..... so maybe I can convince them to go elsewhere. Need to find a Torrid though. That's where Nic and I want to go. And I want to go jean shopping. Eh. It's raining, and I hate weather like this. To the Deptford Mall it is.
If that kid Dan actually calls me today, I'll feel special. I need to nap, again. And homework. And clean. Blah.