How do I always end up being so damn irresponsible? Peer pressure. Pfft. Shame on my boys for talking me into skipping my class trip to drink and go to the concert tonight. 
But naaaah, I couldn't miss Straylight Run. That would be just plain silly. Kinda wish the boy that bought the tickets was coming with. I'm a little bummed that he's not. :\
I was going to take my friend Dan (I have like...two female friends, I swear...) but he's been kind of a prick. I called last night to see if he wanted to hang out. I was goofing off with a bunch of my old-time friends from high school on the swing set/playground a block from my apartment. His first response was, "Are you drunk?" No, I'm haven't had anything to drink tonight...I'm just having fun. His second response, "Good, I don't like talking to you when you're drunk." What? Why? "Because you're crazy when you're drunk. Well, you're crazy anyway, but more so..."
Excuse me, mister I get sloshed and sleep with the first girl that will give it up without knowing my name. I've heard his stories, I know where he's been, and I don't know how he can find any room to criticize me. I might be crazy but I don't sleep with everything that moves. I DO joke about sex a lot, probably too much, but that's just talk kids. I don't know what that kid wants from me. I really don't. Am I supposed to apologize for being me? Or enjoying myself? Or being so horribly imperfect? Because I refuse to. He damn near ruined my night; I don't know why I let what he says hurt me so much...its ridiculous. But thankfully my friends kept me smiling. <3 I love them so.
I've been reading The Vagina Monologues. I recommend it to...everybody. Yeah. Its amazing.
But naaaah, I couldn't miss Straylight Run. That would be just plain silly. Kinda wish the boy that bought the tickets was coming with. I'm a little bummed that he's not. :\I was going to take my friend Dan (I have like...two female friends, I swear...) but he's been kind of a prick. I called last night to see if he wanted to hang out. I was goofing off with a bunch of my old-time friends from high school on the swing set/playground a block from my apartment. His first response was, "Are you drunk?" No, I'm haven't had anything to drink tonight...I'm just having fun. His second response, "Good, I don't like talking to you when you're drunk." What? Why? "Because you're crazy when you're drunk. Well, you're crazy anyway, but more so..."
Excuse me, mister I get sloshed and sleep with the first girl that will give it up without knowing my name. I've heard his stories, I know where he's been, and I don't know how he can find any room to criticize me. I might be crazy but I don't sleep with everything that moves. I DO joke about sex a lot, probably too much, but that's just talk kids. I don't know what that kid wants from me. I really don't. Am I supposed to apologize for being me? Or enjoying myself? Or being so horribly imperfect? Because I refuse to. He damn near ruined my night; I don't know why I let what he says hurt me so much...its ridiculous. But thankfully my friends kept me smiling. <3 I love them so.
I've been reading The Vagina Monologues. I recommend it to...everybody. Yeah. Its amazing.
Uuuum. I need a job. I need money. I plan to get my lip pierced two more times. I'm buying girl Jojo and I tattoos, because she needs it and I want it. I called the cops on her asshole stalking ex. Its good to have connections. You don't fuck with my girl, because I will find some way to fuck you over...
I want to go home today, but I can't. I have too much to do. *sigh*
i sure hope you have fun at theat concert tonight, and i wish could have gone w/you to