day 16: that "i don't really care, we can have it anywhere" kinda love
my wrist has been bothering me for the past few days. i've been refusing to acknowledge it because, as we've seen, i have a seriously irrational fear of losing the use of my right hand. i'm typing with the left only now and jesus this is taking forever. but yea.
yesterday i remembered how much i love the bodies of guys who swim. lulz, shallow moment. but seriously, i passed by the pool and this guy was walking around and i couldn't stop staring.
porn night was a lot of fun. and tonight we're going to a bondage club in the city. i am very exited.
i'm trying to take school one step at a time so i don't fucking crack this semester, like i did last time. and the time before that. i don't want to fail anymore.
i think i dreamt about valley christian high school this morning. i would make attempt number 6 at chapter 12 right now, if i didn't have 2 papers, a presentation and a report to be taking care of right now. i promised myself that i would be anchored in reality until this weekend. no printing off bibi's michael and reading it in class. no csi. no writing... outside of my earth and planetary sciences lecture. boring as fuck.
michael [the boy i met], erik's friend, erick from my GWS class, me. =)
we danced. i be a gangsta.
when i was posing for the caricature.
my caricature, chloe's, and chloe philip and talia
talia, philip, matt, chloe, me
my awesome new skirt. it has many flaws lol, and the zipper is all kinds of crooked. moral of the story? don't make skirts whiel you're watching the breakfast club, lmao. but i love it.
=)
i'm off to do eat then work on my presentation. =) have a nice evening, friends.
yesterday i remembered how much i love the bodies of guys who swim. lulz, shallow moment. but seriously, i passed by the pool and this guy was walking around and i couldn't stop staring.
porn night was a lot of fun. and tonight we're going to a bondage club in the city. i am very exited.
i'm trying to take school one step at a time so i don't fucking crack this semester, like i did last time. and the time before that. i don't want to fail anymore.
i think i dreamt about valley christian high school this morning. i would make attempt number 6 at chapter 12 right now, if i didn't have 2 papers, a presentation and a report to be taking care of right now. i promised myself that i would be anchored in reality until this weekend. no printing off bibi's michael and reading it in class. no csi. no writing... outside of my earth and planetary sciences lecture. boring as fuck.
michael [the boy i met], erik's friend, erick from my GWS class, me. =)
we danced. i be a gangsta.
when i was posing for the caricature.
my caricature, chloe's, and chloe philip and talia
talia, philip, matt, chloe, me
my awesome new skirt. it has many flaws lol, and the zipper is all kinds of crooked. moral of the story? don't make skirts whiel you're watching the breakfast club, lmao. but i love it.
=)
i'm off to do eat then work on my presentation. =) have a nice evening, friends.