So I'm sitting in my secret corner of campus, drinking applesauce, and secretly watching the girl sitting one table over stare at me drinking applesauce. She might think I'm crazy. I'm cool with that. Honestly, a spoon is too much work, cause I gotta remember to take it out of my lunchbox and put it in the dishwasher before it and my lunchbox grows mold. And a spoon is a small thing to remember. So I drink it instead. The downside is sometimes, it gets in my hair.
Anyways.
I've been napping like a fiend lately. What does it say about you when you wake up in the middle of the night and look at the clock, and then determine how much time you have left to sleep by how many naps it breaks down into?
Took a test today. I think I passed it, but I might just be deluding myself into believing that. I kinda don't care. Not going to lie. Just don't.
So you know sometimes when you have a friend, you're **TIGHT** and then said friend gets a boyfriend and she forgets you exist? Yeah, I'm the you. It's cool. Sooner or later my assassin will find the boyfriend, and I'll have my friend back. I do miss her though.
Guys send confusing signals. Dear gentlemen, please pick your story, and stick too it. Don't yell at us one day for doing something, and then force us to do it a week later and act like it was no big thing... Harumph.
So I haven't really made friends or crushes this semester, thus far. I met a werewolf. I think he wanted to be friends, but then he changed his mind. I'm cool with that.
I'm thinking of writing some smut again. For those of you who read and enjoyed it previously, hopefully you'll enjoy this too, if I ever get around to it. For those of you who didn't read it previously, you suck. Just sayin'.
So Saturday night I went out with the hub (okay, it wasn't really out, it was at his work). I was a bitch, got into a few tifts with some of his incredibly drunk co-workers (this is the norm), but the band was good. Check 'em out sometime.
And in conclusion to this awesome random blog:
Oh, P.S.
I dyed my hair. It's called "coffee"
You decide.
Anyways.
I've been napping like a fiend lately. What does it say about you when you wake up in the middle of the night and look at the clock, and then determine how much time you have left to sleep by how many naps it breaks down into?
Took a test today. I think I passed it, but I might just be deluding myself into believing that. I kinda don't care. Not going to lie. Just don't.
So you know sometimes when you have a friend, you're **TIGHT** and then said friend gets a boyfriend and she forgets you exist? Yeah, I'm the you. It's cool. Sooner or later my assassin will find the boyfriend, and I'll have my friend back. I do miss her though.
Guys send confusing signals. Dear gentlemen, please pick your story, and stick too it. Don't yell at us one day for doing something, and then force us to do it a week later and act like it was no big thing... Harumph.
So I haven't really made friends or crushes this semester, thus far. I met a werewolf. I think he wanted to be friends, but then he changed his mind. I'm cool with that.
I'm thinking of writing some smut again. For those of you who read and enjoyed it previously, hopefully you'll enjoy this too, if I ever get around to it. For those of you who didn't read it previously, you suck. Just sayin'.
So Saturday night I went out with the hub (okay, it wasn't really out, it was at his work). I was a bitch, got into a few tifts with some of his incredibly drunk co-workers (this is the norm), but the band was good. Check 'em out sometime.
And in conclusion to this awesome random blog:
Oh, P.S.
I dyed my hair. It's called "coffee"
You decide.
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lilli:
lankakitten:
Honestly, a spoon is often too much work at home.
