that's amore!
another weekend.
time is flying by! i have one more week of school before spring break and then it's no time until the end of the semester! that's scary.
let's see friday: thought i was going to have a night in, but at the last minute jessica called and we ended up going to the heat after all. it was way lame, so we headed over to the bonham where things were much more my style. ran into some people from school/work. they had... interesting things to say.
saturday morning there was major drama in my house, all because i've been driving around with an expired inspection sticker. well, there was the bottle of vodka in my frontseat... but my grandparents went totally apeshit. i kind of hate them. i understand they're concerned, but i feel like sometimes they just like to control me. they treated my mom like that when she was living here. blah.
saturday night was a blast too. typical holly/travis night. lots of singing, drinking, laughing, drunk dialing louisa. and the BEST fucking guacamole cheeseburger i've ever had the pleasure of gorging on. i don't remember much after the burger.
and now here i am, back to the grind. this routine is kind of a drag. it's not horribly stressful, i just want something new. like a new job? or a boy.
"something. somebody."
peace, love, and no video of the day
time is flying by! i have one more week of school before spring break and then it's no time until the end of the semester! that's scary.
let's see friday: thought i was going to have a night in, but at the last minute jessica called and we ended up going to the heat after all. it was way lame, so we headed over to the bonham where things were much more my style. ran into some people from school/work. they had... interesting things to say.
saturday morning there was major drama in my house, all because i've been driving around with an expired inspection sticker. well, there was the bottle of vodka in my frontseat... but my grandparents went totally apeshit. i kind of hate them. i understand they're concerned, but i feel like sometimes they just like to control me. they treated my mom like that when she was living here. blah.
saturday night was a blast too. typical holly/travis night. lots of singing, drinking, laughing, drunk dialing louisa. and the BEST fucking guacamole cheeseburger i've ever had the pleasure of gorging on. i don't remember much after the burger.
and now here i am, back to the grind. this routine is kind of a drag. it's not horribly stressful, i just want something new. like a new job? or a boy.
"something. somebody."
peace, love, and no video of the day