when love is in your life, it just passes you by

I had to wash my hands before I made this. Tells you how dirty I'm going to be.

So, Kyle and I were bringing up old memories that I solely remember it. There was this one he wants to make reference to for the rest of his life apparently.

So, in ninth grade I was dating Kyle's "best friend" Michael Payne. I had liked Michael in SEVENTH GRADE. Two years later he had asked me out, right? (and right when the hearts disappeared from my eyes.) Well, we were all at Emily's (Kyle, Michael and me) and I was feeling nauseous so I told them I was going to go downstairs and lay on her water bed. I did, just in the dark when Michael decided that it would be so fucking romantic if he joined me. He lays beside me and the bed finally stops waving. He leans up and I warn him, "You're not kissing me."
The boy doesn't listen, probably thinking I was just playing hard to get. He starts to lean over, an arm stretched over onto my other side and my hands begin to lift to push him off. Well, suddenly, just as I'm fixing to push him off the bed, Kyle and Emily BOUND down the stairs.
Michael groans and plops back on his side of the bed.
Kyle takes a seat at the foot of the bed and Emily sits on something on the other side of the room, near Kyle.
We're making small talk when either Emily finds a guitar or Kyle does and then he starts to play it. He tries to tune it and strokes it, making stupid fucking sounds to correlate. He hums, strokes and begins to sing, "Michaeeelll is a pusssy. Michael is a fucking pusssyyyyy."
Michael was getting pissed and I was laughing very hard.
Emily laughs.
"Michael is a fucking doucheebaggg."
It was funny. I'm laughing making this entry.
SO, YOU'RE WELCOME, KYLE.

So, I'm going to go cook lasagna for dinner.
OH, funny conversation:
Me - so, uh, did you get your first kiss tonight?
Amanda - *smiles big* yes.
Me - open mouth or just a peck?
Amanda - *looks grossed out* peck of course!
Me - Did you like it?
Amanda - Well, it wasn't like rocket launchers going off -- wait, I've been playing Battle Field 3 too much. *she stops to laugh* Fireworks. Not like fireworks were going off.

I have a fucking headache

So, our mugs are finished :)




Amanda's had South Park characters on it with the setting and everything. But hers isn't as nearly as important as mine. I KNOW Africa is out in la-la land. Mostly because I ran out of the room. But, hey, it's like the continental drift in the future. I'm sorry, I don't know what way the continents are drifting. ANYWAY. Yeah, I'm kind of a big deal.

Today, I went to return a book for class at Book Supply (because I found it cheaper online) and when I entered I felt this powerful tension. At the counter there was the manager dude (hard to tell because they're all dressed so informally) and a student with books. They're staring at each other like they want to punch the other in the face. Halfway up the students intensely grabs his books and stomps off, literally screaming, "THIS IS FUCKING STUPID!"
Man, it was awkward returning that book.
I did kind of make the guy half-grin when I told him I brought my free meal ticket back (I WAS NEVER GOING TO EAT AT THAT SHITTY CAFE ANYWAY). I did try to be as nice as I could because no one was speaking and the tension was still suffocating me. Man, awkward.

Got a new perm today (my third one in all):

Every time I look at myself I feel as if I'm time traveling to the 1980s. Can't wait to wash it Sunday at 4PM.
Poor all my friends this weekend who has to look at it and smell it. Feel sorry for them.

Plans for the weekend:
Go to Todd's game night and create some kick ass character who just kicks ass.
And then see Kyle on Sunday.
I feel as if I'm leaving someone out. Feel bad for them, too.

motherfucker!

Isn't that just beautiful? The sky owes me from keeps me up all fucking night long with the thunderstorms. That's right. From 1-330AM this morning it kept me awake. I had to wake up at 430AM. Really?

First day of classes = me being bogged down with papers. You guys know I complain with love. Writing is like breathing. EASY TO FUCKING DO, BITCHES. I don't know. We'll see.

It's worse than baby oil

That doesn't look like me, does it? That was me and Marina two summers ago. We look so drastically different now. Even she agreed.


Went to the Paint'n Place with Jackie, her sister and Amanda.




I painted the world on mine. That's right, bitches, freehand. Suck it. The inside was supposed to be the stars and the black universe. Sadly, I couldn't fit my brush in far enough or anything, so that's all I could do. We get them back in a week and I'm so excited.

My sister did South Park characters. I did not get any pictures.

School starts tomorrow so I'll see you on the flip side, fuckers.