"Sorry I attacked you in the booth"-Me "Its not like I mind, or like [the alumni would] think anything of it besides, 'omg, there's an undergrad getting ass.'"-Jeff "omg, there's an undergrad WITh an ass *squeezes his ass*"-Me "Right! You're an undergrad, and I'm an ass!"-Jeff
Tired of trying to explain myself to people and watching it go RIGHT over their heads. Their responses are ALWAYS COMPLETLEY irrelevant to what I'm saying an dI'm sick of it you don't know how I feel so why do you get so pissed when I tell you you're OBVIOUSLY misinterpreting me!?
I kinda feel like a bitch about writing the past couple entries, because when I wrote them I was depressed, and they expressed exactly how I felt, even when I read them over and over
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I talked to Sketch for a really long time this afternoon. . .it was great. We shared all sorts of crazy stories from like 3pm until 8. . . and at one point this came up, and it was really romantic, so I thought I'd post it: Me:"Haha, Right now I don't really have a residence!" "Hilary, your residence is in my heart" Me; "AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! "
I kept rereading the previous entry, wondering if I should delete it, knowing Sketch can see it. And then I realize, its true. Every single inch of that entry is true and we promised, no more secrets no more lies. . . .
If you had me alone, locked up in your house for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you have me do? All comments will be permanently screened because it's a secret. Then repost this in your LJ. You might be surprised with the responses you get.