| Cheers |
[Jan. 11th, 2005|05:56 pm] |
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So, I'm in London...and it's amazing. My roommates are a mix of weirdos, drama freaks, and one normal girl. But, the city is great! And I made friens with some New Zealanders the other night at a local pub. I have developed a fondness for The Prince of Teck since they have the cutest bartender. However, while they boys here are great, the food is most definatly not. I've already lost about 5 pounds because the food here is crap. I've already done tons of stuff like the Portobello market, Picadilly cirus, Covent Gardens, etc. I've also visited tons of pubs. He he. The city is amazing...a mixture of both old and new and I don't think 4 months is long enough to be here. |
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| London Bridge Is Falling Down |
[Jan. 8th, 2005|07:06 pm] |
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I don't want to go. I really don't.
The past two days have been horrible. My stress point is to the level where I yell at my mom for buying me things. And by yell I mean throw a temper tantrum like a two year old. In the middle of the mall. What the hell is wrong with me?
All I wanted to do was to go to lunch. But she persisted that she needed to take me shopping for clothes for London. After two hours of being pulled around the mall, I had had enough. For the past week she's been telling me that I have too many clothes to pack and I'm never going to make it to London with only two bags. But now she wants to buy me more clothes so that I have more to pack. I know, I sound like a bitch. But that is what this trip is doing to me.
I wish I could just back out. I'm going to be friendless in a foreign country with enitrely way too many shoes. I've already packed 10 pairs after carefully trimming down from the 15 pairs I wanted to take. My bag is filled with shoes and underwear leaving no room for actual clothes. Hell, I might make friends a little more easily than I thought.
Following a surprisingly stressful hour of picking out underwear and shoes I sat down and cried. I haven't cried like that in a very, very long time. I don't even know what's wrong with me. I should not be this stressed out about a stupid trip where I have no friends and don't know anything about the country that I'm going to and will probably get eaten by rats. I should be excited.
I think a lot of it, ok, really the only that's freaking me out is the no friends part. I feel like I've already been friendless for about a month now with the exception of maybe the three people from high school that I still hang out with and New Year's Eve. I'm sick of not having my friends around, and I still have to go another four months without them. And I'm terrified that the people going to London are all a bunch of sorority bitches that all know each other. I'll be the girl that they throw things at. Halfway through the flight I'll be pelted with curry by blonde girls with big boobs who all idolize Britney Spears. Then when we land I'll be mugged and beaten with my own suitcase full of shoes. I'll be left on the street and will provide a glorious feast for the rats of London.
I don't even know if I'm supposed to meet a group representative at the airport. Is there going to be someone holding up a sign for I.E.? I hope it's Julia Childs, she makes fabulous cookies. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Someone please mail me some anthrax or something so that I don't have to go. |
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| Poo on my Parents |
[Dec. 16th, 2004|06:34 pm] |
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I just got home 15 minutes ago. I already hate it. God, please, please, please, please let me have a job when I graduate so that I don't have to move back home. |
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| Update Time |
[Nov. 15th, 2004|02:30 pm] |
Ok, so here's the run down from the past month and half:
Our party was great, got a date with a hot man afterwards
Hot man and I went on date, didn't call again
My car got totalled my some bitch looking for the tanning bed
My right wrist got broken from said girl above who also told me that "my car is sooooooo cute" as I was crying over my broken car and wrist
Missourian becomes a bitch
My roommates become bitches
Get a new car
Fight with roomates, then all is good
Roomate's brother comes up to vist, messing around ensues
Roomate gets angry I didn't tell her immediatly
Roomate chills out-still bitchy though
Good weekends with Travis and Rachel
Some Big 12 action
More action with roomate's brother, opps
Awkward moments between roomate's family and brother
Cast comes off on Friday... |
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[Sep. 18th, 2004|08:26 pm] |
So, where to begin...
Andy came today. Andy is Sarah's 30 year-old boyfriend. He seems like a nice guy, but there's something creepy about him. Maybe it's the fact that he's a 30 year-old crack dealer who is dating a twenty year-old.
So, anyways...Jackie and I have basically been sexiled from our house for the next ten days. Sarah sees no problem with making out with her boyfriend on the couch while we're all watching t.v., making out in the kitchen while Jackie and I are cooking dinner, or practically having sex with the door open. I don't want him here, either does Jackie. However, he did buy our keg.
The keg is for our party tonight. Yaaaaaaaay!!! We've invited almost 100 people and it should be huge. However, I didn't invite many of my old friends since they have decided that they are too cool to hang out with me now. For example, Jackie and I went to the tailgate that we always go to onto of Maryland. When we got there we said hi to everyone. In return, we got no reply. So we said it again. Nothing. Again. Nothing. Again. Nothing. You get the picture. So we went around and tried to talk to people. We got the brush-off. Big surprise. So, we left.
These people are really starting to piss me off and I'm kind of sick of it. It's like ever since I moved into my house my old friends completly cut me off. No one ever calls me. No one ever talks to me unless they have to. I'm just kind of sick of it. However, I'm happy that I moved into a house where people aren't like that. I kinda feel like it's not even worth the effort to be friends with people who repeatly give you the cold shoulder.
Anyways....the party should be good. Good people. good booze. Could you ask for anything better? Gotta go get ready. |
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| Someone Shoot Me |
[Aug. 30th, 2004|09:54 pm] |
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It's been awhile since I've written. I do apoligize Livejournal and the two, maybe three of you who read this. So what is new? My life sucks. The Missourian can eat me. I'm working on eight stories and I am having the hardest time finding people to interview. Why am I in the J-School? It's only the second week of school and I have several papers due and about 150 pages to read. Yay. Plus I have Missouri-London applications to fill out, oh and another paper to write for that. I actually quite terrified that I won't get accepted, which would make me cry. I hope the whole semester doesn't go like this. I feel like my body is undergoing a constant spasm. The one thing good I've got going is that I've reached a six minute mile. Bad thing is, all the running I've been doing brought back my shin splints and soccer hasn't even started yet. Well, only have about four months left of this. |
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| No More Tanning Beds |
[Aug. 10th, 2004|08:58 pm] |
I went to the dermatologist today. My dad made me make an appointment after he noticed a mole on my right cheek had darkened. I've had it since I was little, but my dad claimed he had never noticed it until now so I should get it looked at.
I arrived at the doctor's office ten minutes late. I waited another ten minutes before the nurse called my name and escorted me to the examination room.
The doctor was a petit, blonde woman with a good bedside manner. She asked me about my sun exposure and use of tanning beds. I told her that I tan occasionally. Then she asked about skin cancer in the family and I told her my grandpa had skin cancer.
Then she looked at the mole.
"Well, it doesn't look normal," she said. "Have you noticed it getting darker?'
I hadn't.
"Ok, well I think we should do a biosopy," she said.
My heart sank. Biosophy meant possible cancer. Oh my god. I have skin cancer on my face.
"It doesn't mean you have cancer," the doctor reasssured me. "We have to do it to make sure though."
A nurse entered the room with surgical supplies. My hands started to shake as the doctor told me that I would do great. She then proceded to insert a needle into the mole and inject a facial novicaine. After about ten seconds she used, what she described as a cookie-cutter like instrument, to carve out the inner part of the mole. I couldn't feel some pressure but it made sick thinking what she was doing to my skin. She then closed the incision with two small black stitches. I could feel her pulling my skin closed. It made me want to vomit. After applying some vasoline and a bandaid she announced that I was done.
I was still shaking. In a matter of ten minutes I was told I might have skin cancer, had a needle shoved in my face and a huge chunk of my face removed. My stomach churned.
"We'll get the test results back in about a week," she said. "Here's some soap and vasoline to treat the wound with."
I asked her what would happened if the results came back "bad".
"Well, it could just be a change in pigment or it could be something worse," she said. "If it is something worse we'll need to remove the entire mole and some of the skin surrounding it. How much skin depends on how bad it is."
Great, I could become Callie the Crater Face. Oh my god, what if it spred a lot. I don't want to have cancer.
I left the office suffering from a small case of terrets and looking like Nelly and his St. Lunatics. I managed to hold back my tears until I reached the privacy of my car.
I go to get my stitches removed on Saturday. I find out the test results next week. Hoping for the best. |
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| Boys Don't Cry/ Yay Mizzou |
[Aug. 5th, 2004|07:41 pm] |
Frankly, I'm sick of hearing all these stupid boys whine about how their girlfriends broke their hearts/don't love them/treat them like crap...take your pick. Lately I've been subjected to hearing these complaints from several boys. My advice: "Maybe you should stop falling in love with bitches". Their response: "But they are just so beautiful".
Wow. Boys are really smart.
Ok, moving on.
Miami was amazing. I stayed with Wood and his hot roommates and friends. Got me some too :). About time. One of the guys, Rich, is coming down to Missouri in August or Septemeber and wants to hang out. He he.
Summer's finally winding down and I can't wait to go back to school. I haven't been able to hang out with any of my friends because they are either working or on vacation. I can't hang out with Colin cause Matt's back and I don't really want to hang out with the two of them. Only a week more until I see all the cool Mizzou kids :). |
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| Boo Boys |
[Jul. 25th, 2004|08:48 pm] |
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I had the weirdest weekend. It started with running into Tom at work on Friday. He wasn't working that day and two other girls and I were in the back room talking about guys. They kept asking me about Tom, as everyone at work does. So we made fun of him a little bit. Then, not fifteen minutes after that, he walked into work. He looked at me, gave me the head knod, and said, "Hey Trouble." I mumbled a little hello and hurried away. It was so weird because he didn't even come in for anything.
Anyways, I left work early that day because I had to pick up my brother from the train station. At exactly five o'clock, which is when I usually get off work, Tom called me and asked me if I wanted to go to dinner and a baseball game with him. I told him that I couldn't go because I was with my brother and I had a bbq to go later. And he pulled this pathetic shit saying, "Well...ok. How come you never call me...blah blah blah." I simply told him that he has a phone and he can call me as easily as I can call him.
It was so weird cause I haven't talked to him in a month after he practically bailed on me for Jimmy Buffett. And the day before he made some comment on the ambulance radio about some girl was hot and he wanted to "slip her a little something". On of the other paramedics responded, "Notice how he said small thing." I thought it was kinda funny so I started laughing. Then our asshole dispatcher said into the radio so that all the ambulances could hear, "Callie's laughing, she knows." So, I was a little surprised he called me the day after I basically told everyone he has a little dick.
Then later that night when I was getting ready for Colin's party, Boone imed me. We talked for about a half hour. He is the sweetest guy in the whole world. Everytime I talk to him I get all giggly and he makes me feel really good. He's such a sweetheart.
Then I went to Colin's party and ran into Steve. To make a long story short, I'll just say that I stayed the night because Steve asked me to. No sex was involved (not really fair because the opportunity presented itself and well let's just say that Auntie Flow kinda cock blocked), but we cuddled and such. I haven't heard from him yet. It's only Sunday and we hung out on Friday, so maybe he will call, maybe not.
Anyway, the whole reason for this post was to point out how fucked up boys are and how much they confuse me. Why is it so difficult to find a nice, remotely attractive, normal guy to spend time with? If you find one, please give him my number. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 11th, 2004|08:35 pm] |
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Tan Tom is an asshole.
I went to Jimmy Buffett last night, sans Tan Tom. At first I was rather upset and sorta pissed. Ok, really pissed. He had pracically begged me a week ago to go to the concert with him. In a matter of two days he brought it up about twenty times. Then he didn't bring it up again. Possibly because we didn't even talk.
We hung out that night after the party. He had called and told me that he really wanted to see me. So I drove out to Buffalo Grove and we rented 50 First Dates, which by the way is quite possibly one of the most boring movies I've ever seen. It was kinda cute though cause we both fell asleep curled up together. When I left he walked me out to my car and told me to call him with his cute little dimpled smile.
That was Sunday. I called him on Friday, a little late in the week I know, but if a guy is going to make me call him he's going to have a wait a while. Anyways, so we chit-chatted for a bit and he asked what I was doing that night and said that he would call me that night after he was done with his firefighter drill. So, I waited, and no call came.
I waited a week, still no call. Asshole. So, now I had two tickets to the Jimmy Buffett concert on Saturday and no one to go wtih. Awesome. So my brother said he would go with me.
It was kind of surprising. Adam, my brother, and I used to be really close when he was in college, but now we're not so close. We don't even really see or talk to each other anymore. So the concert provided an opportunity for Hodge sibling craziness.
We got to Alpine around noon. The parking lot was crazy. Colorful tents and tarps decorated the ground and a huge plastic margarita glass stood among vans painted with Buffett lyrics. We met up with Adam's friends from work (about 35 of them), filled our coconut cups with margartias and put some brats on the grill.
For eight hours we tailgated in the parking lot. It was insane. Old fat men walked around completely trashed wearing fins on their heads. Slutty fat chicks stumbled out of their too-tiny bikini tops. Everyone was trashed and happy. Good times for all, well except the drunk slut girls who were puking by the van.
We finally stumbled over to the arena, got our wrist bands, and awaited the show. The show was amazing. The whole place was packed with people wearing hamburgers, fins, parrot hats, you name it. I even saw this 45-year-old women with a fake ass on. No one can beat Jimmy Buffett. A lot of concerts people just get drunk and piss people off. At a Jimmy Buffett concert everyone knows every song and screams it at the top of their lungs. People don't care if they make asses out of themselves by doing the old person dance. It just rocks.
And I'm really glad that I didn't go with Tan Tom. It was really fun to hang out with Adam. Nothing like family bonding over cold beers, loud music, and cool people.
So, I thank Tan Tom for not calling me. |
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| I Will Hunt You Down |
[Jul. 2nd, 2004|12:10 am] |
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I hate people. Well, not all people, just a lot of them.
My purse got stolen tonight out of my locker at the gym. Whenever I go work out I always bring a backpack and put my purse, phone and car keys in it and leave it in the locker room. After I had worked out for a bit I went to go put my headphones in my locker. When I got to the locker I always put my bag in, I saw that it was open. It was also empty. I started to panic. I searched through every single locker in the locker room before I went to the front desk.
I went to the front desk and told some girl what happened. She saw that I was freaking out and went to the locker room to help me look for it. She said that a few purses had been stolen in the past week and that they found a couple in other lockers or in the towel bin.
We searched the entire locker room. The girl found my bag outside of a bathroom stall. It still had my phone and my car keys in it, but my purse was gone. My lip gloss, medication and makeup was spread out into various stalls.
I forced myself to hold back tears while I filled out a complaint form and then called the police. It just made me so mad. I didn't care that I was out $40, but it really pissed me off that someone thought they had the right to just take my stuff. GRRRRRRRR.
Anyways, this is where it gets weird. When I got home I called my credit card company and reported the card stolen. They told me that two transactions had been made in the day that I had not made. Both were at gas stations right near my gym. While I was on the phone with the credit card people, the gym called on the other line and told my mom they found my purse.
I went to go pick up the purse and it had all of my ids and all of my cards, including my credit card. So this retard who stole my purse used my card to buy gas at neighboring gas stations and then returned my purse with everything in it except my wallet and my cash. I was pissed too cause I really liked my pink wallet. Stupid fucker.
So I called the credit card company back and found out the exact amounts of the gas purchases. Then I called the cop that I filled out a complaint with to tell him about it.
Ok, note to people who steal credit cards: gas stations have video survalliance. They even have stickers telling you that at the pump.
So, I am going to catch this asshole who stole my wallet and beat them with a baseball bat.
But really, who steals a purse, returns a stolen credit card and my fake ids? Idiot. And this idiot pissed me off. So I will hunt them down and they will pay (well at least give me my wallet and $40 back). |
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| A Weird, But Wonderful Evening |
[Jun. 27th, 2004|08:39 pm] |
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I took Andrea to my company picnic yesterday, and by picnic I mean a drunken gathering of my co-workers. Needless to say we both got a bit tipsy, Andrea a little more so than I. She disappeared for an hour or so as she passed out in my car. It was tons of fun though. You can't really beat vodka watermelon, volleyball, hot paramedics and softball on a nice day.
Tan Tom was at the picnic as well. I've only seen him twice since I've been home. Both times were at work and we barely spoke to each other. So I was a little surprised when he stopped me when I was leaving and asked Andrea and I to go a party. It was only 9:00 p.m. so I thought 'why not'? As we waited for his friend to pack up some horseshoes he kept asking me about "my boy". Colin has stopped by and dropped off money he owed me and Tom figured he was "my boy". HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Anyways, we all went to the party which was right near Tom's house. That's when the night got a little strange.
Tim had put posters up all over work because I'm trying to sell my Jimmy Buffett tickets. Tom asked if he could buy the tickets, and of course I said, "Yes, please take them!". He then preceded to tell me that he will only buy them if I will go with him as his date. This kinda took my by surprise. Yet, I agreed. How could I not...free Jimmy Buffett tickets and a date with a hot man? He then brought up that he wants to camp overnight instead of driving back since the concert's at Alpine. Hmmmmmm.....
The whole Tom thing was kinda wierd. We ended up talking a lot about what had happend since last summer. He said he missed me a lot and felt weird talking to me at work because he felt like I was ignoring him and that he had heard I bad mouthed him at work (which I did). It was kind of nice to talk all that crap out. Then we made out. He he.
I had a really good time last night. Better than I've had in a while. Honestly, I did kind of miss Tom. Mostly when I saw him at work and we didn't talk. He really is a nice, fun guy, aside from the fact he tans sometimes and is a hoe. Ha ha. Wow, that's a good endorsement. See, I know how he is though, so I at least I'm not going into anything blind. I already told him that I know his reputation and that I don't like it. I believe my drunken ass said, "You sleep with everyone!!!" His reply was, "Well, we never slept together." What is that supposed to mean? No, we didn't but what is that supposed to mean?
I still have to wash his shirt so I can give it back to him tomorrow. I wish I could read him a little better. I dunno, we'll see how it goes. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 22nd, 2004|06:25 pm] |
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I had the best weekend ever. Summer is starting to not suck as much as it did before. Saturday I went to this huge party out in Wheaton with Kimmy Hoe and Nicole. It was awesome because I knew tons of people there, and I hadn't seen all of them in a really long time. I was really excited to see Danga Dave..god I missed that kid. I also got to see Stacy who I haven't seen in a year. She got a little crazy, but she lives in the city and loves it. And she's having a party next weekend :).
Colin, Steve, and some of their friends came and sat in the corner by themselves. Steve was kinda pissing me off so I told him to fuck off and I think he felt bad. He apoligized the next day. That kid is just as weird as Colin.
Colin also pissed me off. His friends wanted to leave and he wanted to stay to hook up with this ugly trashy chick (he keeps announcing he's starting his "man-whoring" stage...however it has not yet begun). He then preceded to get pissed at me because I told him I would not drive and hour and a half out of my way to take him home. He should've stayed with Libby...they're so much alike.
The night got better though. WAY better.
I met a boy. His name is Travis. He is hot. Very hot. It was kinda wierd cause when I think of Travis I think of red-haired, freckled Mizzou Travis. Anyways, we made out. A lot. The whole thing was kinda funny cause people kept trying to get in the room that we were in. Travis also spilled my drink and broke the glass it was in, so we had to stop and he had to clean it up while I hid behind the door. Ha ha. We're supposed to hang out this weekend as well.
I was supposed to go golfing on Sunday, but since I didn't get home until 6 a.m., I opted to sleep instead. I think a wise choice on my part.
I can't wait to get to the weekend again. More parties this weekend including a rugby party at ISU, Stacy's party in the city, and a drunken Saturday picnic. I'm actually starting to like summer.
Oh, and Prince is this Thursday!!!!!!!!!!
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| Just Add A Little Craziness |
[Jun. 21st, 2004|11:37 pm] |
| How to make a paisleypark |
Ingredients:
1 part pride
3 parts crazyiness
5 parts leadership |
Method:
Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of lovability |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 9th, 2004|09:49 pm] |
Although the summer started off kinda sucking, it has started to get better. I'm booking my trip to Miami tomorrow. I'm soooo pumped. Wood's hot friends from Connecticut are coming down the same weekend I am, so it should be fun.
I also found someone to go the Prince concert with me. Seeing Prince will be the best thing ever.
On another note, I've been trying to sell my Jimmy Buffett tickets. My dad is going to the concert but refuses to buy the tickets from me, he wants to buy them from his friend instead. So, if I can't sell them, Dad is going to get one Jimmy Buffett ticket for Father's Day. I'm going to tell his friend that I got him Jimmy Buffett tickets for Father's Day too. He he.
Yay for Miami and Prince!!! |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2004|06:35 pm] |
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I'm crabby today.
Yesterday I got a call from the wonderful Libby Kinder. The phone conversation (if you can call it a conversation) lasted twenty minutes and my entire contribution to the conversation consisted of "hello" and "bye". The "bye" being much more satisfying than the "hello".
I got to hear all about how she found this really great guy who is so much better than Colin and she's so glad they broke up. Yay...like I give a shit. And this guy is just sooooo wonderful and hot and great in bed (mind you she has known him for less than 2 weeks skank).
Last week Miss Sarah Martin was kind enough to call me and tell me about her great men. This time I really got to talk though, I said four words. Quality conversation.
I am quite confused now. Because these two girls are quite bitchy and self-centered (however, i really do like sarah, libby not so much), yet they get mass amounts of men. Are they whores? Is it their Missy Elliot pussy that refuses to fail them that attracts the men? Or is it their bossiness?
I don't get it. Why do guys like these kind of girls? I get nothing. No, I get the checkout. The "You're hot". But that's it. Like I have nothing to offer except a huge black ass. I'm just frustrated. Maybe I should start treated people like shit. Maybe that's what gets the guys. Wait, that's retarded.
You boys are stupid retards.
I miss someone. I wish they were here. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 23rd, 2004|05:44 pm] |
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I miss Mizzou. After being home for a week I'm ready to go back. I don't feel like I live here anymore. Yea, sure it's nice to see friends from highschool and spend some time with family, but really my life is in Columbia. I miss everyone.
I start work tomorrow. Not really looking forward to it, but it'll give me something to do. Plus, I really need the money. Might be kind of weird if Tan Tom still works there. He has a little penis. Maybe his excessive use of tanning beds shrunk it.
A boy I like a lot keeps leaving me cute things on my instant messanger. Today he left me a rose. I know it's cheesy and childish, but it still makes me giggle. Travis keeps telling me to tell him how I feel, really I should. Maybe some day soon.
Off to enjoy some summer... |
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[May. 15th, 2004|04:31 pm] |
I came home on Thursday night. I already want to leave. I hate being home. My mom is insane and won't even give me a bed. The bed that was in my room has been sold. While she has a perfectly comfortable king sized bed in her bedroom, she refuses to let me sleep on the couch because she says she likes to sleep on it sometimes. So, I get to sleep on my bedroom floor.
I'm bored, there is nothing to do. All of my friends work all the time and one of my best friends isn't even home yet. So, I get to hang out with my mom who makes me sleep on the floor. Fun.
This is the last time I'm coming home for summer. Ever. |
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