Private wins and ZOMG NERVOUS
So I was going to be getting a ride down to Elaine's show with Elaine's spazzy Buddhist friend, Tara, but no one's been able to get in touch with her, which means I am instead riding with Alexander. Alone. In the car. For two hours.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
I'm like a fucking high school girl the night before going to prom with her crush, it's kind of retarded. AND he is coming over for lunch before we leave so that I can make him Scotch Eggs, which we sort of discovered online the other day and similtaneously were like, THOSE WOULD BE SO GOOD. With tofu sausage, of course. So HE suggested lunch, and I was like all EEEEE inside, and suggested I could make Scotch eggs, and he was like OMG REALLY, SO HE WILL BE HERE IN LIKE 12 HOURS.
God, I hope the eggs turn out ok.
I spent like an hour trying to decide what to wear tomorrow. And I'm not sure I'm going to be abel to sleep for nervousness. I haven't seen him in six months, after all. And I kind of really want him to fall in love with me again. SO must dress all pretty, but not like all skanky, but there must be a BALANCE. Also, my face has been clear for the PAST TWO WEEKS until yesterday when it was like EHHHEEHEEHEE ZITS! And I hate my face sometimes.
So I get up at ten tomorrow to take a shower and get pretty and make Scotch eggs and try not to die of nervousness.
AUGH
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
I'm like a fucking high school girl the night before going to prom with her crush, it's kind of retarded. AND he is coming over for lunch before we leave so that I can make him Scotch Eggs, which we sort of discovered online the other day and similtaneously were like, THOSE WOULD BE SO GOOD. With tofu sausage, of course. So HE suggested lunch, and I was like all EEEEE inside, and suggested I could make Scotch eggs, and he was like OMG REALLY, SO HE WILL BE HERE IN LIKE 12 HOURS.
God, I hope the eggs turn out ok.
I spent like an hour trying to decide what to wear tomorrow. And I'm not sure I'm going to be abel to sleep for nervousness. I haven't seen him in six months, after all. And I kind of really want him to fall in love with me again. SO must dress all pretty, but not like all skanky, but there must be a BALANCE. Also, my face has been clear for the PAST TWO WEEKS until yesterday when it was like EHHHEEHEEHEE ZITS! And I hate my face sometimes.
So I get up at ten tomorrow to take a shower and get pretty and make Scotch eggs and try not to die of nervousness.
AUGH