But that would be the understatement of the century. I am currently laying on my bed, the only spot in my room without a laundry pile, and I cannot make myself do anything about it. Mind you I have no underwear left and my norts have been worn one too many times. What is wrong with me?
Love, An extra lazy A.
Is SO weird. We are sitting in a 3 hour design class and she has not said a single word that hasn’t been about kkg. She’s obsessed. Which is fine and I love the gamma rap too… But she has the thing memorized. And is reciting it.. In class… And we’re not even in kkg!!! Bahhh my best friand is wEiRd.
This is the last time you say,
After the last line you break,
It’s not even a holiday,
Nothing to celebrate.
You give a hundred reasons why,
And you say you’re really gonna try.
If I had a nickel for everytime,
Thought that I was the exception,
I could have rewrite your addiction,
You could’ve been the greatest,
But you’d rather get wasted.
You fall asleep during foreplay,
‘Cause the pills you take, are more your forte.
I’m not sticking around to watch you go down.
Wanna be your lover, not your fucking’ mother.
Can’t be your saviour, I don’t have the power.
I’m not gonna stay and watch you circle the drain,
Watch you circle the drain,
Watch you circle the drain.
You say you have to write your rhymes,
Whatever helps you sleep at night
You’ve become what you despise,
You think you’re so rock and roll,
But you’re really just a joke.
Had the world in the palm of your hands,
But you fucking choked
Should’ve been my team mate,
Could’ve changed your fate,
You say that you love me,
You won’t remember in the morning.
This morning Ella drove me to my midterm, waited outside for 40 minutes while I took said midterm and then we got breakfast. Currently I am sitting with Ella while her car gets checked out… Its making some strange noises. That is some true friendship right there.
We walk into a restaurant in MATCHING NEON hats, tanks, grey leggings, and sneakers. The place is hosting a high school fundraiser so there are a ton of people there, all staring at us. We order and walk over to sit down, where we are whistled at by a group of high school boys. oooooooookay. We sit down, eat, and get stared at some more. When group of said high school children go to leave, two of them come over to me and Ella, hand us the fake roses that were on their tables, and say goodbye beautiful.
Needless to say, it is 8:30 and we have already been hit on. High school boys? So be it. Either way this is the ticket to a grand night.
Awesome. Just one more thing mountain weekend cost me- my iPod. Because my boyfriend, dignity and money weren’t enough. Music-less raging, here we come.
- Editor: I'm sorry my accent isn't sexier
- Ella: Did you not recognize my standard and obvious smile and nod routine? I couldn't understand a word he was saying!
- Editor: Score one for the American! Not maybe if I throw out my cargo shorts you'll give me a shot...
- Ella: no one needs that many pockets anyway.
- Editor: Especially since if you're wearing them you're likely an unemployed hippy with no money or credit cards to carry. I guess they're for weed and pet rocks.
- Editor: yay, gdi jokes are so fun!!