Looking back, this was a big waste of $24. It seemed like a good idea at the time. But now that my money has slowly dwindled away, I'm thinking I probably should've saved it... or at least spent it on something that won't expire in 3 months.
Sooo, let's see. What have I been up to? Lots of school. Lots of homework. Doing really well in all of my classes. Good for me.
I got trashed on Friday at Brad's new place. It was "Yoo-Hoo and Rum Night," but I had Mountain Dew instead of Yoo-Hoo. I don't know. There's something particularly disgusting about chasing Captain Morgan with fucking chocolate soda. But, either way, everyone got plastered. A bunch of goody two-shoes bitches from my high school showed up, and I kind of made a disgusting, embarrassing ass out of myself. I was spitting/drooling on the front porch, telling horrible "your mom" jokes, and obnoxiously making fun of people who, thinking back, were only about a foot away from me. But at least I had Jerrica with me... and we made asses of ourselves TOGETHER.
Today, I went to the Cracker Barrel for my grandpa's 75th birthday. That was... eh... not fun... but not horrible. Good biscuits, that's fo sho. I then went up to Circle Center with my mom, aunt, and sister. I found nothing, and it was VERY disappointing. I hate the way clothes are made nowadays. They all seem to just HANG. I like my clothes to show off my curves, not to make me look like a sack of fucking potatoes.
Blegh, I'm gonna go. I have a math class at 9:30 tomorrow, then a shit-load of papers to write. No fun, no fun.
Sooo, let's see. What have I been up to? Lots of school. Lots of homework. Doing really well in all of my classes. Good for me.
I got trashed on Friday at Brad's new place. It was "Yoo-Hoo and Rum Night," but I had Mountain Dew instead of Yoo-Hoo. I don't know. There's something particularly disgusting about chasing Captain Morgan with fucking chocolate soda. But, either way, everyone got plastered. A bunch of goody two-shoes bitches from my high school showed up, and I kind of made a disgusting, embarrassing ass out of myself. I was spitting/drooling on the front porch, telling horrible "your mom" jokes, and obnoxiously making fun of people who, thinking back, were only about a foot away from me. But at least I had Jerrica with me... and we made asses of ourselves TOGETHER.
Today, I went to the Cracker Barrel for my grandpa's 75th birthday. That was... eh... not fun... but not horrible. Good biscuits, that's fo sho. I then went up to Circle Center with my mom, aunt, and sister. I found nothing, and it was VERY disappointing. I hate the way clothes are made nowadays. They all seem to just HANG. I like my clothes to show off my curves, not to make me look like a sack of fucking potatoes.
Blegh, I'm gonna go. I have a math class at 9:30 tomorrow, then a shit-load of papers to write. No fun, no fun.
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Go on and be obnoxious when you can, everyone should have a turn.