Heres To The Night We Felt Alive
"Heres to the guys that love me. The losers that lost me. And the lucky bastards who get to meet me."
So I've been meeting a bunch of people. I've met more frat boys from UNC Charlotte then people at Target. Okay maybe thats over exaggerating but it sure does feel that way! In fact there was a Halloween party I made it to, in which the cops ended up calling it off but it was a lot of fun for the most part. (Don't worry, the only time I ever been to jail is still the school trip I took and that was enough for me.) So now that I'm still failing all my classes and trying not to get promoted at work (don't ask its strange enough I turned down a raise) some guy named Kyle is asking about me. ME! Out of all the sluts at that party!! I didn't even talk to him that much to make a impression. I can't carry a good conversation anyway! I really can't, its so sad.
It must of been the costume. It wasn't that spectacular, infact its the same dress I wore last year. With fish net stockings, long spider web looking gloves, a lot of jewelry of course. And I'm only talking about this because the guy today, Kevin, told me my costume looked good. Today. Like he still remembers the fact I dressed up. Well probably because I was the only one on campus who remembered Halloween and all its lovely freakyness. I couldn't say anything cool except that its my brothers birthday and my family is a bunch of weirdos. hahaha Maybe it has nothing to do with the fact that the dress is the shortest thing I ever wore to class. And I'm told by my husband (Daniel the gay guy) that the shoes I was wearing makes my legs look really good. Which helps out the ass and Kevin does sit behind me in Stats.
But how in the world did I capture Kyle's attention? Oh yeah, he doesn't like skinny sluts. It makes me so happy that there are men out there who love the average women. Even though I don't want niether of these guys, it just makes me happy. You know how I love the attention. If only I knew what to do with it, it would be great!
Things to Learn:
~How to flirt.
~How to carry a conversation. (When I don't know a damn thing)
~How to pick my classes for next semester when I fail all these.
~How to do Statistics.*
*Okay, back to not studying for class. :)
So I've been meeting a bunch of people. I've met more frat boys from UNC Charlotte then people at Target. Okay maybe thats over exaggerating but it sure does feel that way! In fact there was a Halloween party I made it to, in which the cops ended up calling it off but it was a lot of fun for the most part. (Don't worry, the only time I ever been to jail is still the school trip I took and that was enough for me.) So now that I'm still failing all my classes and trying not to get promoted at work (don't ask its strange enough I turned down a raise) some guy named Kyle is asking about me. ME! Out of all the sluts at that party!! I didn't even talk to him that much to make a impression. I can't carry a good conversation anyway! I really can't, its so sad.
It must of been the costume. It wasn't that spectacular, infact its the same dress I wore last year. With fish net stockings, long spider web looking gloves, a lot of jewelry of course. And I'm only talking about this because the guy today, Kevin, told me my costume looked good. Today. Like he still remembers the fact I dressed up. Well probably because I was the only one on campus who remembered Halloween and all its lovely freakyness. I couldn't say anything cool except that its my brothers birthday and my family is a bunch of weirdos. hahaha Maybe it has nothing to do with the fact that the dress is the shortest thing I ever wore to class. And I'm told by my husband (Daniel the gay guy) that the shoes I was wearing makes my legs look really good. Which helps out the ass and Kevin does sit behind me in Stats.
But how in the world did I capture Kyle's attention? Oh yeah, he doesn't like skinny sluts. It makes me so happy that there are men out there who love the average women. Even though I don't want niether of these guys, it just makes me happy. You know how I love the attention. If only I knew what to do with it, it would be great!
Things to Learn:
~How to flirt.
~How to carry a conversation. (When I don't know a damn thing)
~How to pick my classes for next semester when I fail all these.
~How to do Statistics.*
*Okay, back to not studying for class. :)