Smile fo' me daddy
Yay! Matt called today. So, the reason I haven't spoken to him in 4 days is because he's worked 42 hours in that 4 days and then he goes to practice and that's 4 hours a day. Yeah. Adam told me that our relationship isn't normal. And that he wants to go to the beach with me soon.
I told him to shove it.
About the relationship part. I'm going to the beach for sure though. He won't shut up about it.
I was 40 minutes away from his house in Quakertown today and so I called him. He said, where are you, but we were on our way home so he said "Boooo you're no fun," then proceeded to ask if he would see me at Arts Fest. Hmmmmm.
But two days ago he told me he met a cute girl at work so now I'm confused. I think we're just friends. I don't know, boys can be really surprising sometimes.
So Matt's buying a snake. If there is one thing on this earth that I fear most, it's snakes. I don't care how big/little/harmless they are, they're all scary. I can't look at snakes, I can't be around snakes and I most certainly can't hold snakes, which Matt said is something he's going to have me do, NO NO NO NO NO NO NO. I can't even look at pictures of snakes in National Geographic. I can't even touch the page that has the snake on it. It just feels gross and scary. I don't like the beginning of the GoF movie because the first shot is of Nagini. Who I don't really like to read about. And the Baslisk? Completely out of the question. In movies it isn't so bad though because I can just avert my eyes. But in real life, it can still slither up my arm no matter how averted my eyes are.
I don't even really feel like talking about snakes anymore. I've heard to much about them tonight. And begggggged Matt not to get it, oh but he did. And he keeps talking about feeding mice to it and I can't stop thinking about Oliver.
Now that Allie's allergic to Oliver, she can't take care of him so I have to bring him to school and just risk having him in the apartment. When I got home, there was no water in his water bottle!!! He can't live like that! But if I do get caught, I can't keep him at Matt's. Because his snake will just eat him. He wants to name it Alfred. Eurgh.
Lots to do tomorrow,
MEELER
I told him to shove it.
About the relationship part. I'm going to the beach for sure though. He won't shut up about it.
I was 40 minutes away from his house in Quakertown today and so I called him. He said, where are you, but we were on our way home so he said "Boooo you're no fun," then proceeded to ask if he would see me at Arts Fest. Hmmmmm.
But two days ago he told me he met a cute girl at work so now I'm confused. I think we're just friends. I don't know, boys can be really surprising sometimes.
So Matt's buying a snake. If there is one thing on this earth that I fear most, it's snakes. I don't care how big/little/harmless they are, they're all scary. I can't look at snakes, I can't be around snakes and I most certainly can't hold snakes, which Matt said is something he's going to have me do, NO NO NO NO NO NO NO. I can't even look at pictures of snakes in National Geographic. I can't even touch the page that has the snake on it. It just feels gross and scary. I don't like the beginning of the GoF movie because the first shot is of Nagini. Who I don't really like to read about. And the Baslisk? Completely out of the question. In movies it isn't so bad though because I can just avert my eyes. But in real life, it can still slither up my arm no matter how averted my eyes are.
I don't even really feel like talking about snakes anymore. I've heard to much about them tonight. And begggggged Matt not to get it, oh but he did. And he keeps talking about feeding mice to it and I can't stop thinking about Oliver.
Now that Allie's allergic to Oliver, she can't take care of him so I have to bring him to school and just risk having him in the apartment. When I got home, there was no water in his water bottle!!! He can't live like that! But if I do get caught, I can't keep him at Matt's. Because his snake will just eat him. He wants to name it Alfred. Eurgh.
Lots to do tomorrow,
MEELER