Got a crap-ton of candy from friends. Gave a poop-load of candy to friends. Made awesome cake for boyfriend, ate awesome cake and shared with buds.
I wanted to go to ColdStone (IceCream) after school with my boyfriend, so we went to my place to hang out a bit and pick up the giftcard I had from there. When we got there, I was like: What’s that on my porch?!
Amazing, beautiful flowers that smell FAMAZING. Roses=my favorite.
Then we went on an adventure to find the IceCream place and ended up in another city (following the GPS). It wasn’t far, but it was scary since we were on the turnpike so unexpectedly and such.
The GPS lied and the ColdStone had closed down. So we went to .. Moe’s? Some burrito place that was really good, I had a yummy quesadilla with my regular fanta and dr.pepper/coke mix. Yummy food is yum!
Got dropped off back home.
Called him within 5 minutes telling him to come back and hang out, if it was okay with my parents. Called my super protective dad who said “sure! have him come over, have fun! and then we’re gonna watch that movie, he can stay and watch it too!” UGH, WIN. My dad hates all my friends, specially boyfriends. <3 Amazing.
Played Scrabble with boyfriend until parents got home (my brother was there so nooo we weren’t home alone.. Asher -__-)
Beat my boyfriend’s ass at Scrabble.
Watched a pretty good movie.
Said goodbye to boyfriend and am now blabbing about it. Damn straight.
We are teenage girls. When we go home, Our straightened hair goes up into messy buns. Our makeup has faded or smudged so we take it off. The fake smile vanishes into how we really feel. Our brand new shirt changes into our favorite old sweater. Our jeans are traded for sweat pants. Our tears come out and we scream silently until someone actually cares enough to listen. And we blast music to drown out the rest of the world. But did you boys know that? Probably not. When we go home, you wouldn't recognize us.
it is SO incredible uninteresting I cannot bring myself to do it. I know for a fact I have never procrastinated this much (this is due wednesday night)!
Now I’m sleepy and debating on whether to try to get to at least 500 or just go to bed, wake up early, and do it after school, busting my ass. It’s not a difficult paper to write at all, it’s sort of opinion based. ..No it’s not, at all. But you use your brain and your thoughts and ideas to explain something, but it’s factual. It’s hard to explain… philosophy on steroids? Kind of.
“If I had a penny for every time I felt I was falling in love with you, I’d be a millionaire; not that it would matter because the only wealth I care about is having you, in that respect I’m already the richest and luckiest man alive.”—My amazing boyfriend, Eric.
I am not a "hot" girl. I will probably never turn you on, or take your breath away, or impress your friends with the way I look… but I can make you laugh and make you feel wanted, and sometimes I can be really fucking cute. I really wish that could be enough, just once.