Late to accounting, as usual. It's so beautiful outside it's sort of hard to concentrate. Leah and I make plans to go to the beach after class. Paige and I go to Subway after accounting because we have no food in the house except cereal (no lactose-free milk) and chips. Not quite sustainable for a meal.
Paige tells me I look like I got punched in the throat. We get back in the car and I pull down the mirror - sure enough, right on the inside of my collar bone is a giant territorial mark. I really don't mind it, but I know it looks bad. Mental note.
Harry picks me up around 1 and we go to the beach to meet up with Kim. Leah says she'll meet us there later, but she ends up falling asleep doing her homework and never made it. Harry and I shared Kim's sheet and she slept on her beach chair. The weather was beautiful for about an hour, then the clouds started rolling in and it got a little windy and a little too chilly to be nearly bare. Harry and I spent the hour listening to Coldplay and Jack Johnson and just people watching. He's too funny.
I went home and showered before going to Advertising Writing, which was really fucking boring. If I didn't have Words with Friends I would have most likely offed myself by now.
I hung out and watched some new episodes of the Office with Ally while I ate dinner before going over to Harry's. We have two accounting assignments due tomorrow but God knows we're not going to be doing homework on a Thursday night, especially because Gorilla Zoe is going to be at Hattie's, along with reps from Captain Morgan and Jaggermeister. Accounting does not trump everything.
We started to watch American History X, but we both decided we were too tired. We were just about asleep when I leaned up and gave him a kiss goodnight. Then he kissed me back. Then I kissed him harder.
If we weren't tired before we sure as fuck are now. He says he wants me to come to Panama city with them for spring break, which I would if I didn't already have plans. I spend so much time with Harry already that if I ditched my friends for spring break, I'm pretty sure I'd get spit on. I'm not doing it just for them though, I really do think it's going to be fun in Daytona. I've never been! Hopefully the weather is nice.
Goodnight.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Lent, Day 21.
This whole blogging this is becoming pretty tedious, so I think I'm going to do a lot less writing and a lot more summarizing.
Today consisted of Nutrition, going to the gym and photography. I read on the porch for quite some time and I went to quarter beer night with Paige, Meghan, Max, JP, Jenny and Kim. There were representatives from Quiksilver there so the place was fucking packed. Chris and Jerry got in, which was really weird to see, but I was happy everyone could be there together.
We get back to Harry's and Elio is outside with Maria and Chelsi, waiting on Lauren. Elio says something about me being his girlfriend and Maria and Chelsi go "Oh Harry, this is your girlfriend? Hiiiii nice to meet you!" Blah blah blah. Funny how he doesn't react when they call me his girlfriend, so we go inside and I ask "Do ALL the tennis players refer to me as your girlfriend?" He said "Pretty much, I've been used to it for a couple weeks now." I just laughed and he said "You're going to make me ask it aren't you?" "I'm not going to make you do anything hahaha." "Would you like to be my girlfriend?" "Yep, I think I'd like that a lot."
I've been sleeping really fucking well lately.
Today consisted of Nutrition, going to the gym and photography. I read on the porch for quite some time and I went to quarter beer night with Paige, Meghan, Max, JP, Jenny and Kim. There were representatives from Quiksilver there so the place was fucking packed. Chris and Jerry got in, which was really weird to see, but I was happy everyone could be there together.
We get back to Harry's and Elio is outside with Maria and Chelsi, waiting on Lauren. Elio says something about me being his girlfriend and Maria and Chelsi go "Oh Harry, this is your girlfriend? Hiiiii nice to meet you!" Blah blah blah. Funny how he doesn't react when they call me his girlfriend, so we go inside and I ask "Do ALL the tennis players refer to me as your girlfriend?" He said "Pretty much, I've been used to it for a couple weeks now." I just laughed and he said "You're going to make me ask it aren't you?" "I'm not going to make you do anything hahaha." "Would you like to be my girlfriend?" "Yep, I think I'd like that a lot."
I've been sleeping really fucking well lately.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Lent, Day 20.
8:30: My alarm goes off. I press snooze and tuck myself into Harry and go back to sleep.
8:35: Damn you alarm! I'm up I'm up. Harry wakes up and puts his arms around me, and then we kiss, and then it's all downhill from there and next thing you know...
9:00: What happened to the past 25 minutes? I have to get up and make coffee and shower, I look like poo. I make coffee for myself and Harry and we wake up at the kitchen table reading TFLN together. There are some funny fucking texts on that site. Some are plain wrong through, just mean, or sad, or both. Ex:
"He started fingering my stomach rolls. Am I really that fat?" Yikes.
9:10: He leaves so I can shower and I quickly get ready for accounting.
10:02: I have been late to accounting for the last four classes, I think. I don't want Knight to think less of me! We're both wearing lime green t-shirts, and he got a haircut, so that cheers me up.
10:30: Knowing Harry's in the same room but I'm not sitting next to him is sort of funny. It's become this big joke that outside of the classroom we're free to do whatever but in accounting it's strictly school (yeah right) so he sits in the back and I sit in the second row. Same seat. He always tells me I look miserable in class, but I'm usually just tired. I actually love accounting, as I've explained a hundred times to you. Who is "you" by the way? I wonder if anyone will/has read this.
10:45: As much as I love accounting, I hate when teachers look at the clock with four minutes to spare and say "Well folks we still have a few minutes left so let's try to squeeze another problem in." No! Four minutes is not enough time to get quality information, just enough to rush through a problem by you telling us what the answers are! When the hell is our second test? I feel like it's been a while since the first one.
11:00: I arrive in Media class with my Sailor Cher documentary and storyboard in hand. Today is just a day to work on In Design projects, so I get to work.
11:40: I was on yearbook in high school, on the business side of it (meaning advertising the book and keeping track of the money), so I never really used In Design to make spreads but I was aware it existed. I'm also decent with computers so I figured this would be my forte.
12:10: I bring Wysocki over to ask him a question and he is immediately confused. "What are you doing?" "I'm trying to make the chart look like theirs but my spacing is off and I can't figure out why." "Are you seriously that far ahead already?" "Yeah, I guess so." "Holy cow. You're seriously so far ahead of the class it's unbelievable." Of course I get snide remarks from the row behind me; "Yeah Sara, you're unbelievableeeee." I hate that. I hate that I do my work at my own pace and get shit for it. I'm sorry if I ruined the curve for the accounting test. I'm sorry if I'm three pages ahead of you on the In Design brochure. I'm sorry you can't stop picking on me for one second in order for you to work on your own shit. Honestly one of my biggest pet peeves.
12:40: I run across a little glitch in the program, because IDCS2 and IDCS4 are different in very minor ways, but sometimes the instructions for CS2 don't coincide. The teacher isn't quite sure what the problem is, so he says I can go and he'll work on it and show me how to do it Monday. Whatevs.
1:30: Jenny, JP and Harry come over for tennis. Paige wants to come along and get some sun but isn't in the mood to play. She's wearing this new dress from Marshall's and it's MAD cute, seriously. So pretty, so springy. I grab my 8-year-old-$15-WalMart-duct-tape-grip tennis racket and we leave for the courts.
1:38: Harry snatches my racket from me in disbelief. "Is this duct tape!?" "Yes." "OH MY GOD, most ghetto racket I've ever seen in my life. Oh my God." I told him if he had another racket I could use he could smash that one. Harry doesn't have anger issues or anything, but he gets very frustrated during matches and always has urges to hit his racket on the ground, but can't because he needs it to finish the match. I told him to get it all out and just beat the shit out of my racket, because he said he had two in the back locker room for me to use.
1:39: He went to town with it against the net pole. He turned it's 0-shape into an 8-shape in 30 seconds flat. I decide I like the racket better this way and we decide to keep it.
1:45: Jenny and JP versus Harry and I. Harry says I'm not as bad as he thought I was going to be, but he still laughed mercilessly at me. I probably did look pretty dumb. He apologizes and says he's pretty impressed, seriously.
2:20: Jenny and I play singles against each other.
2:45: Harry and I play singles against each other.
3:00: Jenny, JP, Harry and I play touch, which is really hard for me because I'm so used to smashing the shit out of the ball in racquetball.
3:04: Jenny and JP leave.
3:05: Paige takes my keys and leaves because she says she's bored. I wouldn't want to be the third wheel either, so I tell her I'll see her at home soon.
3:06: Harry says I have to teach him the accounting homework, and I said only if he taught me how to play tennis, so we have a mini-lesson. He helped me adjust my forehand but my backhand still needs a lot of work. My serves are okay but they're rarely in the box and easily hit. It's such a hard adjustment from racquetball to tennis! But it's a beautiful day and I'm having a lot of fun, and actually learning. He was pretty patient, but I don't know why I was surprised.
5:00: Showered, I need to repaint my nails. I don't know why they've been chipping so horrendously! They're thin and brittle and cracked and I used to have such pretty long nails, I really can't figure it out. My diet hasn't changed tremendously. If anything, I'm eating much better.
5:30: Harry comes over because he left his phone charging on my computer and he feels naked without it. Also, his mom has called twice.
6:30: Paige is at the gym and Harry tells me to come over, so I start to walk over. The Almeria boys are playing Wanker, as usual. It's when you form a circle and kick/bump/pass/head the ball to each other, and whoever fucks it up gets a W, then an A, etc, and whoever gets Wanker first has to go to the front stoop, bend over, and let everyone kick the soccer ball as hard as they can at their ass. If someone misses the target, they have to go join them on the stoop and also become a target. Boys.
6:45: I get to Harry's to find Elio, Dave and Gino hanging out in Harry's room watching TV. This is my first encounter with Elio, and all I know about him so far is he pulled a knife on someone at Hattie's. I give Harry a stick-figure drawing I did of the tennis team, and the guys love it. I almost gave Elio a knife but thought that might offend him. He says it would have been better with the knife, so I make a mental note to add one later.
7:10: I put the cookies in the oven that we never cooked from a couple nights ago and go back into Harry's room to watch TV with the guys. Harry gets up from the couch and Elio takes his place and says "Shh, watch... Hey Harry, what's up?" He has his arms around me and I snuggled into him just as I would to Harry. Harry just laughs that sort of "I will hurt you" laugh, and Elio is satisfied so he gets up.
7:20: The cookies are done and oh my god, they smell like heaven. Harry walked into the kitchen and said "I think I just came." Couldn't have said it better. See, these "cookies" are more like brownie bites.
7:30: All but 2 of the 24 bites are gone. I only ate three or so. Gino and Harry just raped it.
7:40: Gino goes into his room and Harry and I finish watching the Italian job while we play Words with Friends.
9:00: A new episode of House comes on so Harry and I move to the bed for maximum comfort in order to fully appreciate the show. Harry is OBsessed with House, so for us both to be seeing an episode for the first time is very rare. He owns just about every season.
9:40: Between commercial breaks I tease Harry by licking his ear, kissing his neck, running my hands through his hair, etc. He keeps turning over to kiss me but I say "Uh uh uh, House is still on. You know you want to see the end of the episode." He's so torn but he decides to go for me instead. I somehow avoid every kiss he tries to plant on me, diving for his neck and teasing the hell out of him until the commercial break ends.
10:00: House ends. His glasses come off. I could go into detail, but it's for me only.
11:35: THERE HAS TO BE A CATCH. There just has to be! No man can be funny, smart, tall, athletic, witty, sweet, English, and good in bed without there being a catch! It's just not possible. It's not. He has 10 fingers and 10 toes, too. I checked.
11:40: Still just laying there, convinced there has to be something I'm looking over. This is too good to be true.
11:45: We go to Carmello's for some late night snacks. We both got Milkshakes and I got a little bag of Munchies. I am keeping Carmello's in business lately. It's really sad.
12:30: We fool around a little more but mostly watch South Park. That show is SO FUCKING FUNNY I can't stand it! I miss watching it as often as I did at home.
12:35: Goodnight moon. :)
8:35: Damn you alarm! I'm up I'm up. Harry wakes up and puts his arms around me, and then we kiss, and then it's all downhill from there and next thing you know...
9:00: What happened to the past 25 minutes? I have to get up and make coffee and shower, I look like poo. I make coffee for myself and Harry and we wake up at the kitchen table reading TFLN together. There are some funny fucking texts on that site. Some are plain wrong through, just mean, or sad, or both. Ex:
"He started fingering my stomach rolls. Am I really that fat?" Yikes.
9:10: He leaves so I can shower and I quickly get ready for accounting.
10:02: I have been late to accounting for the last four classes, I think. I don't want Knight to think less of me! We're both wearing lime green t-shirts, and he got a haircut, so that cheers me up.
10:30: Knowing Harry's in the same room but I'm not sitting next to him is sort of funny. It's become this big joke that outside of the classroom we're free to do whatever but in accounting it's strictly school (yeah right) so he sits in the back and I sit in the second row. Same seat. He always tells me I look miserable in class, but I'm usually just tired. I actually love accounting, as I've explained a hundred times to you. Who is "you" by the way? I wonder if anyone will/has read this.
10:45: As much as I love accounting, I hate when teachers look at the clock with four minutes to spare and say "Well folks we still have a few minutes left so let's try to squeeze another problem in." No! Four minutes is not enough time to get quality information, just enough to rush through a problem by you telling us what the answers are! When the hell is our second test? I feel like it's been a while since the first one.
11:00: I arrive in Media class with my Sailor Cher documentary and storyboard in hand. Today is just a day to work on In Design projects, so I get to work.
11:40: I was on yearbook in high school, on the business side of it (meaning advertising the book and keeping track of the money), so I never really used In Design to make spreads but I was aware it existed. I'm also decent with computers so I figured this would be my forte.
12:10: I bring Wysocki over to ask him a question and he is immediately confused. "What are you doing?" "I'm trying to make the chart look like theirs but my spacing is off and I can't figure out why." "Are you seriously that far ahead already?" "Yeah, I guess so." "Holy cow. You're seriously so far ahead of the class it's unbelievable." Of course I get snide remarks from the row behind me; "Yeah Sara, you're unbelievableeeee." I hate that. I hate that I do my work at my own pace and get shit for it. I'm sorry if I ruined the curve for the accounting test. I'm sorry if I'm three pages ahead of you on the In Design brochure. I'm sorry you can't stop picking on me for one second in order for you to work on your own shit. Honestly one of my biggest pet peeves.
12:40: I run across a little glitch in the program, because IDCS2 and IDCS4 are different in very minor ways, but sometimes the instructions for CS2 don't coincide. The teacher isn't quite sure what the problem is, so he says I can go and he'll work on it and show me how to do it Monday. Whatevs.
1:30: Jenny, JP and Harry come over for tennis. Paige wants to come along and get some sun but isn't in the mood to play. She's wearing this new dress from Marshall's and it's MAD cute, seriously. So pretty, so springy. I grab my 8-year-old-$15-WalMart-duct-tape-grip tennis racket and we leave for the courts.
1:38: Harry snatches my racket from me in disbelief. "Is this duct tape!?" "Yes." "OH MY GOD, most ghetto racket I've ever seen in my life. Oh my God." I told him if he had another racket I could use he could smash that one. Harry doesn't have anger issues or anything, but he gets very frustrated during matches and always has urges to hit his racket on the ground, but can't because he needs it to finish the match. I told him to get it all out and just beat the shit out of my racket, because he said he had two in the back locker room for me to use.
1:39: He went to town with it against the net pole. He turned it's 0-shape into an 8-shape in 30 seconds flat. I decide I like the racket better this way and we decide to keep it.
1:45: Jenny and JP versus Harry and I. Harry says I'm not as bad as he thought I was going to be, but he still laughed mercilessly at me. I probably did look pretty dumb. He apologizes and says he's pretty impressed, seriously.
2:20: Jenny and I play singles against each other.
2:45: Harry and I play singles against each other.
3:00: Jenny, JP, Harry and I play touch, which is really hard for me because I'm so used to smashing the shit out of the ball in racquetball.
3:04: Jenny and JP leave.
3:05: Paige takes my keys and leaves because she says she's bored. I wouldn't want to be the third wheel either, so I tell her I'll see her at home soon.
3:06: Harry says I have to teach him the accounting homework, and I said only if he taught me how to play tennis, so we have a mini-lesson. He helped me adjust my forehand but my backhand still needs a lot of work. My serves are okay but they're rarely in the box and easily hit. It's such a hard adjustment from racquetball to tennis! But it's a beautiful day and I'm having a lot of fun, and actually learning. He was pretty patient, but I don't know why I was surprised.
5:00: Showered, I need to repaint my nails. I don't know why they've been chipping so horrendously! They're thin and brittle and cracked and I used to have such pretty long nails, I really can't figure it out. My diet hasn't changed tremendously. If anything, I'm eating much better.
5:30: Harry comes over because he left his phone charging on my computer and he feels naked without it. Also, his mom has called twice.
6:30: Paige is at the gym and Harry tells me to come over, so I start to walk over. The Almeria boys are playing Wanker, as usual. It's when you form a circle and kick/bump/pass/head the ball to each other, and whoever fucks it up gets a W, then an A, etc, and whoever gets Wanker first has to go to the front stoop, bend over, and let everyone kick the soccer ball as hard as they can at their ass. If someone misses the target, they have to go join them on the stoop and also become a target. Boys.
6:45: I get to Harry's to find Elio, Dave and Gino hanging out in Harry's room watching TV. This is my first encounter with Elio, and all I know about him so far is he pulled a knife on someone at Hattie's. I give Harry a stick-figure drawing I did of the tennis team, and the guys love it. I almost gave Elio a knife but thought that might offend him. He says it would have been better with the knife, so I make a mental note to add one later.
7:10: I put the cookies in the oven that we never cooked from a couple nights ago and go back into Harry's room to watch TV with the guys. Harry gets up from the couch and Elio takes his place and says "Shh, watch... Hey Harry, what's up?" He has his arms around me and I snuggled into him just as I would to Harry. Harry just laughs that sort of "I will hurt you" laugh, and Elio is satisfied so he gets up.
7:20: The cookies are done and oh my god, they smell like heaven. Harry walked into the kitchen and said "I think I just came." Couldn't have said it better. See, these "cookies" are more like brownie bites.
7:30: All but 2 of the 24 bites are gone. I only ate three or so. Gino and Harry just raped it.
7:40: Gino goes into his room and Harry and I finish watching the Italian job while we play Words with Friends.
9:00: A new episode of House comes on so Harry and I move to the bed for maximum comfort in order to fully appreciate the show. Harry is OBsessed with House, so for us both to be seeing an episode for the first time is very rare. He owns just about every season.
9:40: Between commercial breaks I tease Harry by licking his ear, kissing his neck, running my hands through his hair, etc. He keeps turning over to kiss me but I say "Uh uh uh, House is still on. You know you want to see the end of the episode." He's so torn but he decides to go for me instead. I somehow avoid every kiss he tries to plant on me, diving for his neck and teasing the hell out of him until the commercial break ends.
10:00: House ends. His glasses come off. I could go into detail, but it's for me only.
11:35: THERE HAS TO BE A CATCH. There just has to be! No man can be funny, smart, tall, athletic, witty, sweet, English, and good in bed without there being a catch! It's just not possible. It's not. He has 10 fingers and 10 toes, too. I checked.
11:40: Still just laying there, convinced there has to be something I'm looking over. This is too good to be true.
11:45: We go to Carmello's for some late night snacks. We both got Milkshakes and I got a little bag of Munchies. I am keeping Carmello's in business lately. It's really sad.
12:30: We fool around a little more but mostly watch South Park. That show is SO FUCKING FUNNY I can't stand it! I miss watching it as often as I did at home.
12:35: Goodnight moon. :)
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Lent, Day 19.
Sunday summary:
Woke up at Harry's.
Watched Harry's tennis match.
Saw Kita, Alejandro's new dog. Half pit-bull half lab; 2 months old... so fucking cute.
Went to the gym.
Showered.
Family dinner.
Library.
Harry spent the night.
Woke up at Harry's.
Watched Harry's tennis match.
Saw Kita, Alejandro's new dog. Half pit-bull half lab; 2 months old... so fucking cute.
Went to the gym.
Showered.
Family dinner.
Library.
Harry spent the night.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Lent, Day 18.
9:00: Woke up at Harry's again. He claims he might just not go to his tennis match so we can stay in bed all day. His bed is really fucking comfortable.
10:30: Harry drove me home so I could shower and eat something before the match.
12:30: I stayed at the match for a longggg time.
Let's face it, I can sum up today by saying this: I woke up with Harry. I watched Harry play tennis. I fell asleep with Harry.
10:30: Harry drove me home so I could shower and eat something before the match.
12:30: I stayed at the match for a longggg time.
Let's face it, I can sum up today by saying this: I woke up with Harry. I watched Harry play tennis. I fell asleep with Harry.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Lent, Day 17.
8:30: My alarm goes off for accounting and I realize I'm in Harry's bed. I also realize my make up remained on and we had a pretty intense make-out session, putting my hair in a bird-nest-esque state, so I refuse to turn over. He puts his arms around me and it makes me not want to go to accounting. Do you hear that? HE MAKES ME WANT TO SKIP ACCOUNTING! Madness.
9:00: All I keep asking for is a hairbrush. That's the problem with staying at his place! There's three guys there. No brush, no mirror in Harry's room, I have no idea what I look like before I emerge. His bed is so fucking comfortable though, I can't bring myself to move.
9:15: I keep saying we should get up and go to class. He blatantly refuses and says he wants me to stay because I'm keeping him warm. It'd help if he wasn't being so fucking cute. GOD.
9:30: He teases me that the only reason I'm so eager to get to class is to flirt with the teacher and he says I have an old man fetish. He's just jealous.
9:39: Still haven't moved from the bed. Harry says "You're not going, there's no way you're going, even if you left right now you wouldn't make it." I think about it - I still have to go home, change the female stuff, wash my face, brush my hair. I have class in 21 minutes. I take it as a challenge. I demand he drives me home and I use a rubber band to put my hair up.
9:44: I run into my house and immediately start throwing books into my bag and flinging water everywhere as I try to wash my face and brush my teeth simultaneously.
9:52: I have time to run the straightener through my hair and put make-up on, because I'm going to ride my bike.
10:03: Whoops, a little late. Greg sees that I'm wearing the same thing as last night and immediately starts laughing so I just furiously mouth "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you" to him as I squeeze through to my seat.
10:07: Leah tells me I look cute. I laugh.
10:00: Leah tells me I have a couple hickeys. I laugh.
10:15: Class wasn't really class, so much as Knight telling stories of fraud and idiots that attempted to steal from companies. Pretty good stories but I didn't learn that much about accounting. He actually inadvertently explained to us how to properly siphon money out of a company without getting caught. Way to be, Jeffy.
10:45: I text Harry telling him I'm starving. In the rush to get ready I didn't eat a thing. He replies "Me too, get your ass back here." At this point there is nothing I want more than to go back to his house and get back into bed with him. It's just so easy to hang out with him, and he's so fucking funny.
11:00: I bike over to his house and head back upstairs. I tell him he missed the best class ever and it was so exciting and blah blah blah. Harry and I walk over to Carmello's and get some food. He gets a sub and a coffee and juice, and I get Lunchables crackers and a coffee. He always calls me a little kid and he says the Lunchables were not helping my case. He's right but it just sounded so good, and sure enough it hit the spot.
11:30: Gino comes in and asks if we want to go to Flavors. I'm full but I don't mind going and hanging out. Plus, Pete was going and I hadn't really met him yet (he's another tennis player) so I wanted to meet him. Harry and I go over with Dave, Gino, and Pete. I notice immediately that they have crayons and coloring books so I take it over to a table and set up shop. I spill my coffee everywhere. Harry says those are two more strikes on the "I swear you're 5 years old" thing. He's probably right.
11:40: Emily, this girl I met at Alejandro's the other day, serves us our food. She's really cute and super nice. Reminds me so much of Evie, not that you know who that is.
11:50: I finish my artwork and it looks like shit. I really am 5 years old. I couldn't even stay inside the fucking lines with those crayons, seriously. Pete has an Army haircut, with everything shaved but the top, so we start joking about what else we can do with it. We decide we want to make him get "P-Money" shaved into the sides of his head, and Dave offers to pay for it.
12:04: We walk next door to this ghetto, blacks-only (not really) barber shop. They tell us it's an hour and a half wait, so there goes that.
12:14: I ask Harry if we can play Left4Dead2, so he goes over to Mason's to get an extra controller. He's really sweet, have I mentioned that?
12:20: I look around his room, which is decently clean, but decide it needs a little of my touch. I take out everything from his dresser and re-fold it and put it back in.
12:30: We play The Parish until we all die on chapter four. So close! Even though it just restarts you at the safe house, I am so discouraged that I'd rather start a whole new level than try again. I clean the rest of his room including wiping down shelves and counters. He is very grateful. Duh.
1:00: We're making out again. Of course. I feel like all we do is make out because it's just so fucking fun, we're both huge teases so it keeps things interesting.
2:15: We head out because the guys have practice at 2:30 and I want to go to the gym and shower.
2:30: I make some lunch and change into gym clothes before biking over to the gym.
4:05: It's so fucking hard to bike BACK from the gym, because my body is so weak.
5:30: I'm reading on the porch, and in the middle of texting Harry telling him it's a perfect porch day, he walks up. So strange. He was at Skyler's and wanted to see what I was up to.
7:30: Paige gets back from the gym and wants to go to Chik-Fil-A, which is clearly fine with me. I want some GD waffle fries... fo free.
8:00: I end up getting a chicken sandwich even though chicken is clearly poo. We run home so Paige can shower the gym off of her before we go to Alice in Wonderland. I'm thoroughly scared to see it considering Johnny Depp is one of the stars. The first time I ever saw him in a movie, I was about 8 and it was Edward Scissorhands. The only scene that I can remember is when he insists on hugging that poor little girl and he keeps slicing her up and oh god it just scarred me... I do think he's fantastic in Pirates of the Caribbean though, for sure.
9:15: I go to Carmello's for the second time today to pick up a water bottle and some M&Ms for the movie. It's too fucking expensive to buy stuff there! Especially when the movie tickets themselves are like 10 or 11 dollars, fuck.
9:30: We get there early, and thank G, because the line is extending out of the velvet ropes and into the parking lot. I know pretty much everyone here is going to see the 3D one, so Paige and I aren't worried. We get motion sickness pretty easily so 3D just isn't worth the extra 2 dollars to feel extra miserable afterwards. In line I see Gavin and some girl, and they had just seen The Crazies. Gavin said it was the worst movie he's ever seen, and I very much trust his opinion. I text Harry to see what he wants to do after the movie, because he said I should come over when it's finished. I texted him saying "I won't be home until 12 or 12:30, should I come over?" He said "Of course." And I said "I almost feel like I shouldn't stay because you have a match tomorrow." He goes "It's not until 11:30, it's fine, and besides, I like having you in my bed." Sold.
10:00: This movie is already weird. Hamish? Oh god, worst ginger EVER. Ever ever ever. I don't think I've ever met a ginger that I find attractive. Ever.
10:30: Pretty fucking weird, but good. I can't imagine someone seeing this who hasn't seen the original though, it's confusing enough when you know what's going on!
11:36: The movie's already over? I swore it was longer. It was good! Just really weird.
12:00: I grab a hairbrush, change into sweatpants and bike over to Harry's. I quietly creep in and sneak up the stairs so I don't wake up Dave or Gino. They may not even be home but I'd rather be courteous than not. I go around the corner of the stairs to find Harry half-naked and brushing his teeth, whom proceeds to choke on his toothpaste... didn't mean to scare him!
12:15: We watch South Park for a while before dozing off. I remember him asking me "Why are you the same on your period? You're not bitchy or anything." I don't really know. I do get very irritable, but he never does anything that pisses me off in the first place, so he's just exempt from PMS. Lucky man.
9:00: All I keep asking for is a hairbrush. That's the problem with staying at his place! There's three guys there. No brush, no mirror in Harry's room, I have no idea what I look like before I emerge. His bed is so fucking comfortable though, I can't bring myself to move.
9:15: I keep saying we should get up and go to class. He blatantly refuses and says he wants me to stay because I'm keeping him warm. It'd help if he wasn't being so fucking cute. GOD.
9:30: He teases me that the only reason I'm so eager to get to class is to flirt with the teacher and he says I have an old man fetish. He's just jealous.
9:39: Still haven't moved from the bed. Harry says "You're not going, there's no way you're going, even if you left right now you wouldn't make it." I think about it - I still have to go home, change the female stuff, wash my face, brush my hair. I have class in 21 minutes. I take it as a challenge. I demand he drives me home and I use a rubber band to put my hair up.
9:44: I run into my house and immediately start throwing books into my bag and flinging water everywhere as I try to wash my face and brush my teeth simultaneously.
9:52: I have time to run the straightener through my hair and put make-up on, because I'm going to ride my bike.
10:03: Whoops, a little late. Greg sees that I'm wearing the same thing as last night and immediately starts laughing so I just furiously mouth "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you" to him as I squeeze through to my seat.
10:07: Leah tells me I look cute. I laugh.
10:00: Leah tells me I have a couple hickeys. I laugh.
10:15: Class wasn't really class, so much as Knight telling stories of fraud and idiots that attempted to steal from companies. Pretty good stories but I didn't learn that much about accounting. He actually inadvertently explained to us how to properly siphon money out of a company without getting caught. Way to be, Jeffy.
10:45: I text Harry telling him I'm starving. In the rush to get ready I didn't eat a thing. He replies "Me too, get your ass back here." At this point there is nothing I want more than to go back to his house and get back into bed with him. It's just so easy to hang out with him, and he's so fucking funny.
11:00: I bike over to his house and head back upstairs. I tell him he missed the best class ever and it was so exciting and blah blah blah. Harry and I walk over to Carmello's and get some food. He gets a sub and a coffee and juice, and I get Lunchables crackers and a coffee. He always calls me a little kid and he says the Lunchables were not helping my case. He's right but it just sounded so good, and sure enough it hit the spot.
11:30: Gino comes in and asks if we want to go to Flavors. I'm full but I don't mind going and hanging out. Plus, Pete was going and I hadn't really met him yet (he's another tennis player) so I wanted to meet him. Harry and I go over with Dave, Gino, and Pete. I notice immediately that they have crayons and coloring books so I take it over to a table and set up shop. I spill my coffee everywhere. Harry says those are two more strikes on the "I swear you're 5 years old" thing. He's probably right.
11:40: Emily, this girl I met at Alejandro's the other day, serves us our food. She's really cute and super nice. Reminds me so much of Evie, not that you know who that is.
11:50: I finish my artwork and it looks like shit. I really am 5 years old. I couldn't even stay inside the fucking lines with those crayons, seriously. Pete has an Army haircut, with everything shaved but the top, so we start joking about what else we can do with it. We decide we want to make him get "P-Money" shaved into the sides of his head, and Dave offers to pay for it.
12:04: We walk next door to this ghetto, blacks-only (not really) barber shop. They tell us it's an hour and a half wait, so there goes that.
12:14: I ask Harry if we can play Left4Dead2, so he goes over to Mason's to get an extra controller. He's really sweet, have I mentioned that?
12:20: I look around his room, which is decently clean, but decide it needs a little of my touch. I take out everything from his dresser and re-fold it and put it back in.
12:30: We play The Parish until we all die on chapter four. So close! Even though it just restarts you at the safe house, I am so discouraged that I'd rather start a whole new level than try again. I clean the rest of his room including wiping down shelves and counters. He is very grateful. Duh.
1:00: We're making out again. Of course. I feel like all we do is make out because it's just so fucking fun, we're both huge teases so it keeps things interesting.
2:15: We head out because the guys have practice at 2:30 and I want to go to the gym and shower.
2:30: I make some lunch and change into gym clothes before biking over to the gym.
4:05: It's so fucking hard to bike BACK from the gym, because my body is so weak.
5:30: I'm reading on the porch, and in the middle of texting Harry telling him it's a perfect porch day, he walks up. So strange. He was at Skyler's and wanted to see what I was up to.
7:30: Paige gets back from the gym and wants to go to Chik-Fil-A, which is clearly fine with me. I want some GD waffle fries... fo free.
8:00: I end up getting a chicken sandwich even though chicken is clearly poo. We run home so Paige can shower the gym off of her before we go to Alice in Wonderland. I'm thoroughly scared to see it considering Johnny Depp is one of the stars. The first time I ever saw him in a movie, I was about 8 and it was Edward Scissorhands. The only scene that I can remember is when he insists on hugging that poor little girl and he keeps slicing her up and oh god it just scarred me... I do think he's fantastic in Pirates of the Caribbean though, for sure.
9:15: I go to Carmello's for the second time today to pick up a water bottle and some M&Ms for the movie. It's too fucking expensive to buy stuff there! Especially when the movie tickets themselves are like 10 or 11 dollars, fuck.
9:30: We get there early, and thank G, because the line is extending out of the velvet ropes and into the parking lot. I know pretty much everyone here is going to see the 3D one, so Paige and I aren't worried. We get motion sickness pretty easily so 3D just isn't worth the extra 2 dollars to feel extra miserable afterwards. In line I see Gavin and some girl, and they had just seen The Crazies. Gavin said it was the worst movie he's ever seen, and I very much trust his opinion. I text Harry to see what he wants to do after the movie, because he said I should come over when it's finished. I texted him saying "I won't be home until 12 or 12:30, should I come over?" He said "Of course." And I said "I almost feel like I shouldn't stay because you have a match tomorrow." He goes "It's not until 11:30, it's fine, and besides, I like having you in my bed." Sold.
10:00: This movie is already weird. Hamish? Oh god, worst ginger EVER. Ever ever ever. I don't think I've ever met a ginger that I find attractive. Ever.
10:30: Pretty fucking weird, but good. I can't imagine someone seeing this who hasn't seen the original though, it's confusing enough when you know what's going on!
11:36: The movie's already over? I swore it was longer. It was good! Just really weird.
12:00: I grab a hairbrush, change into sweatpants and bike over to Harry's. I quietly creep in and sneak up the stairs so I don't wake up Dave or Gino. They may not even be home but I'd rather be courteous than not. I go around the corner of the stairs to find Harry half-naked and brushing his teeth, whom proceeds to choke on his toothpaste... didn't mean to scare him!
12:15: We watch South Park for a while before dozing off. I remember him asking me "Why are you the same on your period? You're not bitchy or anything." I don't really know. I do get very irritable, but he never does anything that pisses me off in the first place, so he's just exempt from PMS. Lucky man.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Lent, Day 16.
10:15: Well, there goes Nutrition. Why didn't my alarm go off? Why do I feel so completely awful? I jump out of bed and run to the bathroom because I feel some nose-stuff about to drop on my pillow... sick. My lip hurts, what the hell? I look in the mirror and find it's black and blue. Harry bit my lip a couple times but not hard... what in God's name? Oh perfect, a little hickey to go along with it. I look like I beat myself up, and coincidentally feel like it too. I decide I am going to also skip Photography and spend that time eating, resting, and showering. I have to do SOMETHING today, and photography class is just not going to be that something.
12:00: I am showered and feeling tons better, so I leave and go to school to get some homework out of the way of this weekend. I am fully prepared to sit in the library until 8PM working on my field production project of Sailor Cher.
12:12: Of course, there's a class in the classroom I want. Fucking Helena Sarkio, you might remember her from my Current Events blog. I hate her and her long scary braid-whip that resides on her head. Oh well, I can work on my Nutrition and Advertising on a PC until it lets out.
12:22: I have to work on a PSA for my Advertising Writing class, choosing a topic from adcouncil.org. I choose "High School Drop Out Prevention," because at my brother's rate who knows if he's apart of that statistic. 7,000 kids drop out every day! That's one in three kids not graduating. I must have grown up in a particularly ambitious town, because that doesn't seem accurate to me. Anyway, the US Armed Forces started Boostup.org, which just promotes "giving a boost" to those who don't seem motivated. I create a 30-second TV ad and wonder what I'm going to do my campaign project on. I think I'm going to stick with Bud Select 55, because it does have some problems being accepted by the general alcohol consumer public, and I'd like to work on its image.
1:10: I COULD do my selected project for Nutrition, but considering it's really fucking hard/tedious, and it's "selected," meaning "optional," I'm clearly just going to not do it. I already am doing fine in the class. I don't need extra points.
1:20: I'm hungry, so I decide to go get some food before starting on Sailor Cher. I find Bo and JP on the bench, so I sit with them awhile. Bo has a tennis racket and I have my iPod in, so I start strumming. To rap. Doesn't really fit, but a couple people complimented me on my musical skills. College is funny. Bo is turning 21 on Saturday, so looks like I'll be going to his house for a kegger - sounds fun! They were my closest friends when I started college, then we just drifted apart because they lived on the island and I was a freshman in the dorms with no car. I love them all to death though, so I'm really excited about seeing everyone.
1:25: Bonus walks by and says he wants chips, so I go to the student center with him to get food. There's so much shit in there we get overwhelmed and end up getting pita with hummus, him an apple juice (or "AJ" as he calls it), me a Mocha Frap in a bottle and a thing of peanut M&Ms. I'm on my period, back off.
1:29: We go to the West Lawn and enjoy the sunshine. It's not particularly warm out but it's hard not to enjoy a random picnic in the beautiful sunlight with a friend you rarely see, you know? Lili walks past me into the library saying she's about to go work on the Sailor Cher project, too. I tell her I'll meet her in there.
1:50: Bonus has to go to class, so he leaves, but I see Jessica walking back to the dorms. I stop her and compliment her on her outfit. We somehow get on the topic of her taking some classes this summer, and inquires staying in my room if she pays my portion of the rent. Clearly that is more than okay, considering the less money my parents have to spend, the happier they will be. She said she'll talk to her parents and Alix about it, and get back to me. Bomb!
1:58: I find Lili in the back corner of the computer lab, with her roommate/suite-mate Felicia. Felicia is loudly talking on the phone about some fancy study abroad trip, so I put my iPod in. Of course I don't want to be doing this, so I procrastinate a little by cleaning up my flash drive, playing Words with Friends, checking the weather, blah blah blah.
2:09: Lili is complaining loudly about Final Cut. If she's having trouble, I probably will, too, so I decide to actually start.
2:15: Lili says she has to leave and go to class, but will be back around 4:15. As soon as she leaves it only takes me about 45 minutes to do the entire thing. All I need to do now is find a cool music bed, burn it to a DVD and make the storyboard to accompany it. Cakeeee, bosssss! Also a show.
3:10: I ride my bike to the bank to deposit Paige's electric check and get money out for tonight. I have been spending so much money on going out, it's nuts. It's not even like I drink every time I go out, I've just been going places with cover charges. I can't wait to go home and workkkk; income is comforting.
3:30: I walk Jim's photography syllabus and his glass pan back to his house. It's been sitting on the stove for a while and it's not bothering me but he's too lazy to come get it and no one in the house is going to ever take it over there, so I just decide to get it out of the way. I knock on the door before opening it and saying "Hello?" I hear Jim's music but no one answers, so I just go put the papers on their coffee table and put the pan on the kitchen counter and leave. He probably legitimately didn't hear me, but if I can sneak in and out of there without bothering him, that's probably best.
4:00: I settle down on the porch with a book and a CD. I am determined to read all of Christopher Moore's books this year, so I am currently on Practical Demon Keeping. It's pretty funny, but there's a lot going on so it's sort of hard to keep up with all of the characters' individual lives. I'm sure they'll all start tying together a little better towards the middle/end of the book... hopefully.
6:30: James comes over to upload the pictures from his birthday to Facebook, considering I can't do it and he's been dying to seem them. They are pretty fucking funny, to be honest. I reheat some old pasta and eat "dinner" while he laughs through the pictures. Why am I never hungry for dinner? I want to shove food down my throat so I don't get hammered tonight, but I am legitimately full after four forkfuls of angel-hair spaghetti.
7:00: James leaves so I settle back down on the porch and keep reading my book.
7:30: I have a lot of time to kill, so I'm going to go finish my Crest White Strips once and for all. I only have two sets left, and you can do them back to back, and I'm going out tonight, so why not?
7:35: They feel pretty slimy, but as long as I'm not trying to talk or drink or anything, they're pretty unnoticeable.
8:02: On go the second set. My teeth are going to be fluorescent by the time I'm done with them. I get my laundry out of the dryer and put my bed back together. I am a very tidy person but I have a bad habit of not being clean. Example - everything is ALWAYS in its place, but I only wash my sheets maybe three times a semester (unless needed, if you know what I mean), and I dust/vacuum maybe once every two months. I really need to work on that, it's sort of gross.
8:32: Second set comes off and I could smile for days with these babies! Good work, Crest. Totally worth the $15. Seriously not a bad deal considering you get like 28 sets (2 weeks worth).
9:00: It's sort of chilly out so I fold up the blanket and turn the music off on the porch and put my book back on the shelf. I then notice the living room is sort of disheveled, so I put it back together. This leads to me putting together the dining room, and the front room, and unloading the dishwasher, and cleaning the counter... it's seriously just like a domino effect. I can't help it. Oh well, it really doesn't have a bad effect on anyone. Everything's just clean all the time. Although I have a habit of putting dishes in the dishwasher before people are done with them... but that's not the end of the world.
9:20: I decide I'm not going to get all fancied up, because it's cold and I just want to be comfortable. All I'm going to do to get ready is re-straighten my hair, reapply my foundation and change from these ratty sweatpants and Uggs into leggings and Uggs. I don't care if people don't think they're pants - they're not see-through, and I'm not 200 pounds, so it's no worse than if I wore really tight jeans. And they're the only thing I can wear with Uggs because I have the "cankle" curse of the Hines family, which makes it very fucking difficult to shove all the extra material from my jeans (because I'm also short, of course) into Uggs or boots or the like. Leggings are the only option, and it's cold, and I want to wear my Uggs, so everyone else can shut it.
10:20: Kim finally arrives and we go back to her place so she can change and put some make-up on. She had been helping Matt with his homework, so I don't mind. He's an academic probation for the second semester in a row, so he really needs to do well.
11:03: We get there and people are mumbling about the ATF (Alcohol Task Force, I think) being there. The bouncer says, "Sorry ladies, we're being pretty strict about IDs tonight because the ATF is out, so if I could see your IDs please..." I hand him my wallet with the piece of photoshopped paper shoved in it and he looks at it, looks at me, and says "Have fun, darling!" and ushers me in. Yeah, really laying down the law, boys.
11:10: Vodka sprite, thank you very much. Definitely still biker week. The one thing I like better about Tuesday nights here is that there's way more light. I don't really get it but they turn all the lights off inside on Thursdays... I can understand it being that way on the dance side, but... whatever, it works for them I guess.
12:14: Generally normal night, hanging out with Kim, Greg, Tim and Harry in the gazebo upstairs. Tim all of a sudden leaves.
12:30: Found Tim! Grinding on Teresa on the dance floor haha he was seriously getting DOWN. Like, his knees may or may not have been touching the ground. Tim is fucking hilarious.
12:45: Kim goes home and Harry and I decide to go outside for a bit to cool off. It's also really funny to watch the entrance because it's pretty entertaining most of the time. Sure enough, some guy comes flying out the front door and is immediately body slammed to the ground by a couple bouncers and put into a chokehold. He was probably starting shit with someone in the bar.
12:59: The guy is literally still struggling against the bouncers! They're SITTING on him! Just fucking give up you prick!
1:03: Told you you should have given up, now you're in handcuffs. Way to go. It just sucks that I never saw his face! I was really curious.
1:20: Some ugly blonde bitch runs up to the bouncers with blood running down her face complaining that someone punched her. If a guy hits a girl, that's not cool, but she must have been doing something really fucking bothersome. I don't want to say she deserved it, per say, but I think she probably had it coming. Her friends are freaking out too. The bouncers don't give a shit, it's not their problem, they didn't see anything happen.
1:35: The bitches are still freaking out, trying to insult them but failing. This fat brunette goes "YEAH. YEAH JUST STAY HERE AND LIVE YOUR LIFE IN ST. AUGUSTINE! YOU FUCKING FUCKHEADS!" Is she really trying to imply that living in St. Augustine is a bad thing? It's a bomb ass place with a college, a beach, and a bunch of bars. She can go fuck herself.
1:40: Ryan, bless his heart, drove JP, Tim, Harry and I back. I decided to just sleep at Harry's because... well, I don't know. He's cute and stuff.
2:40: SUCH a good kisser; can't standdddd it.
12:00: I am showered and feeling tons better, so I leave and go to school to get some homework out of the way of this weekend. I am fully prepared to sit in the library until 8PM working on my field production project of Sailor Cher.
12:12: Of course, there's a class in the classroom I want. Fucking Helena Sarkio, you might remember her from my Current Events blog. I hate her and her long scary braid-whip that resides on her head. Oh well, I can work on my Nutrition and Advertising on a PC until it lets out.
12:22: I have to work on a PSA for my Advertising Writing class, choosing a topic from adcouncil.org. I choose "High School Drop Out Prevention," because at my brother's rate who knows if he's apart of that statistic. 7,000 kids drop out every day! That's one in three kids not graduating. I must have grown up in a particularly ambitious town, because that doesn't seem accurate to me. Anyway, the US Armed Forces started Boostup.org, which just promotes "giving a boost" to those who don't seem motivated. I create a 30-second TV ad and wonder what I'm going to do my campaign project on. I think I'm going to stick with Bud Select 55, because it does have some problems being accepted by the general alcohol consumer public, and I'd like to work on its image.
1:10: I COULD do my selected project for Nutrition, but considering it's really fucking hard/tedious, and it's "selected," meaning "optional," I'm clearly just going to not do it. I already am doing fine in the class. I don't need extra points.
1:20: I'm hungry, so I decide to go get some food before starting on Sailor Cher. I find Bo and JP on the bench, so I sit with them awhile. Bo has a tennis racket and I have my iPod in, so I start strumming. To rap. Doesn't really fit, but a couple people complimented me on my musical skills. College is funny. Bo is turning 21 on Saturday, so looks like I'll be going to his house for a kegger - sounds fun! They were my closest friends when I started college, then we just drifted apart because they lived on the island and I was a freshman in the dorms with no car. I love them all to death though, so I'm really excited about seeing everyone.
1:25: Bonus walks by and says he wants chips, so I go to the student center with him to get food. There's so much shit in there we get overwhelmed and end up getting pita with hummus, him an apple juice (or "AJ" as he calls it), me a Mocha Frap in a bottle and a thing of peanut M&Ms. I'm on my period, back off.
1:29: We go to the West Lawn and enjoy the sunshine. It's not particularly warm out but it's hard not to enjoy a random picnic in the beautiful sunlight with a friend you rarely see, you know? Lili walks past me into the library saying she's about to go work on the Sailor Cher project, too. I tell her I'll meet her in there.
1:50: Bonus has to go to class, so he leaves, but I see Jessica walking back to the dorms. I stop her and compliment her on her outfit. We somehow get on the topic of her taking some classes this summer, and inquires staying in my room if she pays my portion of the rent. Clearly that is more than okay, considering the less money my parents have to spend, the happier they will be. She said she'll talk to her parents and Alix about it, and get back to me. Bomb!
1:58: I find Lili in the back corner of the computer lab, with her roommate/suite-mate Felicia. Felicia is loudly talking on the phone about some fancy study abroad trip, so I put my iPod in. Of course I don't want to be doing this, so I procrastinate a little by cleaning up my flash drive, playing Words with Friends, checking the weather, blah blah blah.
2:09: Lili is complaining loudly about Final Cut. If she's having trouble, I probably will, too, so I decide to actually start.
2:15: Lili says she has to leave and go to class, but will be back around 4:15. As soon as she leaves it only takes me about 45 minutes to do the entire thing. All I need to do now is find a cool music bed, burn it to a DVD and make the storyboard to accompany it. Cakeeee, bosssss! Also a show.
3:10: I ride my bike to the bank to deposit Paige's electric check and get money out for tonight. I have been spending so much money on going out, it's nuts. It's not even like I drink every time I go out, I've just been going places with cover charges. I can't wait to go home and workkkk; income is comforting.
3:30: I walk Jim's photography syllabus and his glass pan back to his house. It's been sitting on the stove for a while and it's not bothering me but he's too lazy to come get it and no one in the house is going to ever take it over there, so I just decide to get it out of the way. I knock on the door before opening it and saying "Hello?" I hear Jim's music but no one answers, so I just go put the papers on their coffee table and put the pan on the kitchen counter and leave. He probably legitimately didn't hear me, but if I can sneak in and out of there without bothering him, that's probably best.
4:00: I settle down on the porch with a book and a CD. I am determined to read all of Christopher Moore's books this year, so I am currently on Practical Demon Keeping. It's pretty funny, but there's a lot going on so it's sort of hard to keep up with all of the characters' individual lives. I'm sure they'll all start tying together a little better towards the middle/end of the book... hopefully.
6:30: James comes over to upload the pictures from his birthday to Facebook, considering I can't do it and he's been dying to seem them. They are pretty fucking funny, to be honest. I reheat some old pasta and eat "dinner" while he laughs through the pictures. Why am I never hungry for dinner? I want to shove food down my throat so I don't get hammered tonight, but I am legitimately full after four forkfuls of angel-hair spaghetti.
7:00: James leaves so I settle back down on the porch and keep reading my book.
7:30: I have a lot of time to kill, so I'm going to go finish my Crest White Strips once and for all. I only have two sets left, and you can do them back to back, and I'm going out tonight, so why not?
7:35: They feel pretty slimy, but as long as I'm not trying to talk or drink or anything, they're pretty unnoticeable.
8:02: On go the second set. My teeth are going to be fluorescent by the time I'm done with them. I get my laundry out of the dryer and put my bed back together. I am a very tidy person but I have a bad habit of not being clean. Example - everything is ALWAYS in its place, but I only wash my sheets maybe three times a semester (unless needed, if you know what I mean), and I dust/vacuum maybe once every two months. I really need to work on that, it's sort of gross.
8:32: Second set comes off and I could smile for days with these babies! Good work, Crest. Totally worth the $15. Seriously not a bad deal considering you get like 28 sets (2 weeks worth).
9:00: It's sort of chilly out so I fold up the blanket and turn the music off on the porch and put my book back on the shelf. I then notice the living room is sort of disheveled, so I put it back together. This leads to me putting together the dining room, and the front room, and unloading the dishwasher, and cleaning the counter... it's seriously just like a domino effect. I can't help it. Oh well, it really doesn't have a bad effect on anyone. Everything's just clean all the time. Although I have a habit of putting dishes in the dishwasher before people are done with them... but that's not the end of the world.
9:20: I decide I'm not going to get all fancied up, because it's cold and I just want to be comfortable. All I'm going to do to get ready is re-straighten my hair, reapply my foundation and change from these ratty sweatpants and Uggs into leggings and Uggs. I don't care if people don't think they're pants - they're not see-through, and I'm not 200 pounds, so it's no worse than if I wore really tight jeans. And they're the only thing I can wear with Uggs because I have the "cankle" curse of the Hines family, which makes it very fucking difficult to shove all the extra material from my jeans (because I'm also short, of course) into Uggs or boots or the like. Leggings are the only option, and it's cold, and I want to wear my Uggs, so everyone else can shut it.
10:20: Kim finally arrives and we go back to her place so she can change and put some make-up on. She had been helping Matt with his homework, so I don't mind. He's an academic probation for the second semester in a row, so he really needs to do well.
11:03: We get there and people are mumbling about the ATF (Alcohol Task Force, I think) being there. The bouncer says, "Sorry ladies, we're being pretty strict about IDs tonight because the ATF is out, so if I could see your IDs please..." I hand him my wallet with the piece of photoshopped paper shoved in it and he looks at it, looks at me, and says "Have fun, darling!" and ushers me in. Yeah, really laying down the law, boys.
11:10: Vodka sprite, thank you very much. Definitely still biker week. The one thing I like better about Tuesday nights here is that there's way more light. I don't really get it but they turn all the lights off inside on Thursdays... I can understand it being that way on the dance side, but... whatever, it works for them I guess.
12:14: Generally normal night, hanging out with Kim, Greg, Tim and Harry in the gazebo upstairs. Tim all of a sudden leaves.
12:30: Found Tim! Grinding on Teresa on the dance floor haha he was seriously getting DOWN. Like, his knees may or may not have been touching the ground. Tim is fucking hilarious.
12:45: Kim goes home and Harry and I decide to go outside for a bit to cool off. It's also really funny to watch the entrance because it's pretty entertaining most of the time. Sure enough, some guy comes flying out the front door and is immediately body slammed to the ground by a couple bouncers and put into a chokehold. He was probably starting shit with someone in the bar.
12:59: The guy is literally still struggling against the bouncers! They're SITTING on him! Just fucking give up you prick!
1:03: Told you you should have given up, now you're in handcuffs. Way to go. It just sucks that I never saw his face! I was really curious.
1:20: Some ugly blonde bitch runs up to the bouncers with blood running down her face complaining that someone punched her. If a guy hits a girl, that's not cool, but she must have been doing something really fucking bothersome. I don't want to say she deserved it, per say, but I think she probably had it coming. Her friends are freaking out too. The bouncers don't give a shit, it's not their problem, they didn't see anything happen.
1:35: The bitches are still freaking out, trying to insult them but failing. This fat brunette goes "YEAH. YEAH JUST STAY HERE AND LIVE YOUR LIFE IN ST. AUGUSTINE! YOU FUCKING FUCKHEADS!" Is she really trying to imply that living in St. Augustine is a bad thing? It's a bomb ass place with a college, a beach, and a bunch of bars. She can go fuck herself.
1:40: Ryan, bless his heart, drove JP, Tim, Harry and I back. I decided to just sleep at Harry's because... well, I don't know. He's cute and stuff.
2:40: SUCH a good kisser; can't standdddd it.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Lent, Day 15.
7:45: I wake up in Kim's bed with a crick in my neck - she sleeps with tons of pillows, holy shit.
8:20: We make some Dunkin Donuts coffee and watch the Today Show for a little while to wake up some before we leave.
8:30: She drops me off at my house and I immediately change into my giant Flagler hoodie, leggings and Uggs. Favorite outfit ever. I look like a fucking homeless person when I wear it but comfort triumphs looks every single time.
9:30: I get to school early to work on my commercials for my Bud Select 55 package. People already see me out enough, printing out pages and pages of beer advertisements and articles aren't helping my alcoholic case. (I really don't drink much though, maybe twice a week, if that.)
10:00: Accounting! Oh, how I've missed you. Words with Friend is ruining me though! I played the entire class, and didn't really pay much attention.
11:00: Media, in the TV studio. We're assigned a 15-minute spot that we have to fill with a segment or two and some b-role. Not that hard, except it has to be able to be played any time of the year. There goes a news or fashion segment. I choose to handle Chyron, because it's computer related and has nothing to do with writing the script. After directing most of the last project, I want a back-seat position.
2:30: I go to the tennis match, and it went from 42 and cloudy to 55 and sunny. Gorgeous. Paige and I walk into the courts and Tim, Harry's teammate, taps him in the leg and goes "Sara's here." and he immediately turned around and smiled at me. So cute!
3:00: Meghan and her friends show up and later Jordan wanders in. Meghan, Jordan, Paige and I talk about Jordan's new relationship and what his opinions on it are. She's really smart, and really nice, but her looks throw you off a little. He explains to Meghan and I that looks don't matter to him, and it's really all about the personality. Jordan is way deeper than I pegged him for.
4:30: I'm still talking to Jordan about life and his views on everything. He explains that Jim and I seem to have dated out of convenience, even though we're not really the same person and don't have that much in common. We saw each other every day and had a decent attraction towards one another so the relationship was convenient. He explains that Harry and I seem a lot more natural together. Jordan is incredibly interesting, let me tell you.
4:35: I run to school, realizing I haven't finished my project for my 5PM class.
5:25: We're already out. This class is supposed to end at 7:30! I'm not complaining, but seriously!
5:45: I go back to the tennis courts to see Dave finish up his match. Harry comes over and sits next to me and we talk to Ryan for a little bit about Ww/F and how I beat him. Ryan is very frustrated that I just started playing and I've already beat him, Shuffel AND Harry. Skills.
6:00: I go home to eat dinner and get my things together to go to Harry's and do accounting homework.
7:50: Harry picks me up in someone's Mercedes and we go back to his place. (I say "someone's Mercedes" because his Scion has yet to move from it's parking spot on Carrera because HE CANNOT FIND HIS KEYS. It's been sitting there for at least a month.)
8:20: We do accounting for maybe a half an hour before we decide a need a study break. Gino announces there's cookie dough in the fridge and I sprint to the kitchen and pre-heat the oven. I'm definitely on my period. Gino yells down the hall to us "Sara needs to come over ALL the time. She cooks and cleans and gives us Valentine's cards!" This makes me feel good and Harry unwillingly agrees that it's been nice having me around more.
9:15: We put the cookies in the oven and go pick out a movie. The study break just turned into cookies and a movie. Fine with me! I pick "My Best Friends Girl" because Harry says it's hilarious and I've never seen it, so why not?
9:25: Cookies are done! Holy shit they're delicious. We start the movie.
9:45: We move to the bed because I can't get comfortable on the couch.
10:20: WHY AM I ON MY PERIOD? WHY DOES GOD HATE ME?
11:00: We keep watching the movie.
11:30: SERIOSLY WHY THE FUCK AM I ON MY PERIOD? Torture. Pure fucking torture.
11:59: Kind of strange how much I like this kid already.
12:15: I am exhausted and have an 8AM so he takes me home and I pass out immediately.
8:20: We make some Dunkin Donuts coffee and watch the Today Show for a little while to wake up some before we leave.
8:30: She drops me off at my house and I immediately change into my giant Flagler hoodie, leggings and Uggs. Favorite outfit ever. I look like a fucking homeless person when I wear it but comfort triumphs looks every single time.
9:30: I get to school early to work on my commercials for my Bud Select 55 package. People already see me out enough, printing out pages and pages of beer advertisements and articles aren't helping my alcoholic case. (I really don't drink much though, maybe twice a week, if that.)
10:00: Accounting! Oh, how I've missed you. Words with Friend is ruining me though! I played the entire class, and didn't really pay much attention.
11:00: Media, in the TV studio. We're assigned a 15-minute spot that we have to fill with a segment or two and some b-role. Not that hard, except it has to be able to be played any time of the year. There goes a news or fashion segment. I choose to handle Chyron, because it's computer related and has nothing to do with writing the script. After directing most of the last project, I want a back-seat position.
2:30: I go to the tennis match, and it went from 42 and cloudy to 55 and sunny. Gorgeous. Paige and I walk into the courts and Tim, Harry's teammate, taps him in the leg and goes "Sara's here." and he immediately turned around and smiled at me. So cute!
3:00: Meghan and her friends show up and later Jordan wanders in. Meghan, Jordan, Paige and I talk about Jordan's new relationship and what his opinions on it are. She's really smart, and really nice, but her looks throw you off a little. He explains to Meghan and I that looks don't matter to him, and it's really all about the personality. Jordan is way deeper than I pegged him for.
4:30: I'm still talking to Jordan about life and his views on everything. He explains that Jim and I seem to have dated out of convenience, even though we're not really the same person and don't have that much in common. We saw each other every day and had a decent attraction towards one another so the relationship was convenient. He explains that Harry and I seem a lot more natural together. Jordan is incredibly interesting, let me tell you.
4:35: I run to school, realizing I haven't finished my project for my 5PM class.
5:25: We're already out. This class is supposed to end at 7:30! I'm not complaining, but seriously!
5:45: I go back to the tennis courts to see Dave finish up his match. Harry comes over and sits next to me and we talk to Ryan for a little bit about Ww/F and how I beat him. Ryan is very frustrated that I just started playing and I've already beat him, Shuffel AND Harry. Skills.
6:00: I go home to eat dinner and get my things together to go to Harry's and do accounting homework.
7:50: Harry picks me up in someone's Mercedes and we go back to his place. (I say "someone's Mercedes" because his Scion has yet to move from it's parking spot on Carrera because HE CANNOT FIND HIS KEYS. It's been sitting there for at least a month.)
8:20: We do accounting for maybe a half an hour before we decide a need a study break. Gino announces there's cookie dough in the fridge and I sprint to the kitchen and pre-heat the oven. I'm definitely on my period. Gino yells down the hall to us "Sara needs to come over ALL the time. She cooks and cleans and gives us Valentine's cards!" This makes me feel good and Harry unwillingly agrees that it's been nice having me around more.
9:15: We put the cookies in the oven and go pick out a movie. The study break just turned into cookies and a movie. Fine with me! I pick "My Best Friends Girl" because Harry says it's hilarious and I've never seen it, so why not?
9:25: Cookies are done! Holy shit they're delicious. We start the movie.
9:45: We move to the bed because I can't get comfortable on the couch.
10:20: WHY AM I ON MY PERIOD? WHY DOES GOD HATE ME?
11:00: We keep watching the movie.
11:30: SERIOSLY WHY THE FUCK AM I ON MY PERIOD? Torture. Pure fucking torture.
11:59: Kind of strange how much I like this kid already.
12:15: I am exhausted and have an 8AM so he takes me home and I pass out immediately.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Lent, Day 14.
4:30: What the fuck is that rumbling? The train is usually never that loud.
4:40: It's really fucking hot in here, what is that whistling noise?
5:00: When did I turn my fan on? Honestly, why do I have my fan and my heater both on? I get up, turn the heater off and get back into bed. I am very uncomfortable in my sheets and wiggle around for a while.
5:15: Huge flash. Either my stalkers is not being subtle with his camera or it's lightning. I think the weather IS supposed to be shitty today...
5:30: Was definitely lightning. And the rumbling was thunder! Ah, makes sense.
5:35: I should just get up. I'm completely awake and uncomfortable and I'm getting up at 6:30 anyway.
5:40: I'm going to get up in five minutes.
6:30: The alarm goes off... I guess I fell back asleep. I had the weirdest/creepiest fucking dream, because it was so realistic and something similar has already happened to me. If I wouldn't think about stuff so fucking much I think I'd have much more peaceful sleep.
7:04: Drinking coffee and looking through my online banking, I realize I have a lot of money I need to pay today. We'll see how that goes. Why do I feel like crap? Not only is my voice still the voice of a crack-smoking whore, I now have a cough whenever I breathe in too deeply. It's probably something to do with my allergies, so I take a Zyrtec.
8:00: Nutrition seriously fucking sucks, especially because now I don't need it anymore. For some god forsaken reason, communications majors have to take a science, and Nutrition was the only one without a time-consuming lab, but it was also only offered at 8AM. Win-lose, just like everything else. It's incredibly boring 90% of the time, and the one day I skip we make butter. Not riveting but definitely more exciting than usual. I just wish I could have decided earlier that I didn't want to be a communications major, because I could have avoided taking COM 215 also (Media).
9:15: I drop of my rent on the way to the gym, and then play Words with Friends as I go 2 miles on the elliptical, then do arms and abs. I absolutely love working out, it's just a matter of getting myself to the gym. I go a LOT more in the summer, because my gym at home is much nicer.
11:00: We spend the class learning about how to properly critique photos, and we are given our next assignment. Pinhole/toy cameras is the new subject, which basically is a challenge to see if you can still take good pictures without a fancy camera. He suggests cell phone cameras, which works for me. I already have some pictures on my cell phone that I can use. The thing is only 1.3 megapixels, which is pure shit just in case you didn't know.
1:30: Kim comes over to sit on the porch with Ally and I, and she's clearly stressed out. She's on her period and is upset and wants to get ice cream, so I grab my camera and we go walk down to Kilwin's. We took the long way home, hitting side streets and the fort for some photoshoot-ing. I wish I knew how to properly upload pictures to this freaking blog, because I'd post some of my work. I always just end up fighting with the HTML so it's not worth it. If you know how, enlighten me, please.
4:00: I go home and shower for Phi Alpha. Kim decides she wants to go to Hattie's and I had very clearly not showered all day, so I decided to just get ready before out meeting just so that I'm not rushing afterwards.
8:00: The meeting goes well, but is very quick. I really need to go shopping for a white dress and khaki shorts or something. Khaki is VERY unflattering on me, but oh well. I dropped a total of $60... $75... $85.75 at the meeting tonight. $60 for second semester dues, $15 for the golf tournament polo and $10.75 for the Bachelor Bid t-shirt. Jesus titty-fucking Christ, this thing is expensive. I have made some new friends though and I've been giving back to the community so I guess that's what I'm paying for? What?
10:00: Kim and I leave to go to Hattie's. I forget it's biker week.
11:00: Pretty normal, uneventful night. Pretty empty, actually, but there are a lot of friends of mine there: Raleigh, Guillermo, Alejandro, JP, Jenny, Kim, Jim, Chaz, Meghan, her two friends from out of town, Mike, and a couple others. Of course Harry's there, too.
11:25: I NEVER get offered drinks. Like, not open ones, but people buying me ones. Two guys introduced themselves to me, Tom and Tyler, and they both offered. Even the bartender offered to buy me a drink. Why does this happen on a night I DD? Why? Oh well, I still have this cough bullshit so I probably shouldn't be drinking anyway.
11:45: Chaz begins explaining the male and female g-spots and how to correctly stimulate both. Chaz and Kim are hitting it off. Hilarity shall ensue.
12:30: Jenny and Mike are rocking the beer pong table (4-0) when a biker comes up and whispered sweet nothings into Jenny's ear. Her boyfriend, JP, should be saving her, but he just stands on the sidelines and laughs. Sort of funny. Apparently, the "sweet nothings" he whispered to her were "Hey sexy mama, wanna take a ride on my bike tomorrow? Maybe even leave the bike part out?" YIKESSSSS. Go back to the hole you crawled out of you assless leather chaps wearing toothless grinning motherfucker!
12:45: Where is Raleigh?
12:52: Raleigh stumbles back upstairs and is weaving and honestly looks like he's going to puke at any moment. I get up and back up because I would NOT handle vomit-covered clothing very well, especially since I'm staying the night at Kim's. Raleigh runs outside with the help of Alej and pukes over the side of the balcony. Harry finds this hilarious and records a video on his iPhone.
1:14: Where is Raleigh now? Alejandro runs in laughing and drags me outside to show me something. He points off the balcony and I hesitate, wondering if he's going to be showing me Raleigh's vomit. Even better - wrapped around the bottom of a palm tree, fetal position, is Raleigh in all his passed-out glory. That's what you get for drinking since 6PM on a Tuesday!
1:16: I show Harry and Jenny, and of course Harry shoots another video and deems it Facebook-quality film. Highest honor.
1:30: Harry and I play beer pong against Guillermo and JP and somehow win. Mostly because of Harry. His arms are longer than mine.
1:45: I leave with Kim and take Harry home. He's a cute kid.
2:15: Kim and I curl up with the TV and some water and pass the fuck outttt.
2 weeks of lent officially completed! Still don't miss it. I'm starting to wonder if I'll only go online to upload pictures now and then.
4:40: It's really fucking hot in here, what is that whistling noise?
5:00: When did I turn my fan on? Honestly, why do I have my fan and my heater both on? I get up, turn the heater off and get back into bed. I am very uncomfortable in my sheets and wiggle around for a while.
5:15: Huge flash. Either my stalkers is not being subtle with his camera or it's lightning. I think the weather IS supposed to be shitty today...
5:30: Was definitely lightning. And the rumbling was thunder! Ah, makes sense.
5:35: I should just get up. I'm completely awake and uncomfortable and I'm getting up at 6:30 anyway.
5:40: I'm going to get up in five minutes.
6:30: The alarm goes off... I guess I fell back asleep. I had the weirdest/creepiest fucking dream, because it was so realistic and something similar has already happened to me. If I wouldn't think about stuff so fucking much I think I'd have much more peaceful sleep.
7:04: Drinking coffee and looking through my online banking, I realize I have a lot of money I need to pay today. We'll see how that goes. Why do I feel like crap? Not only is my voice still the voice of a crack-smoking whore, I now have a cough whenever I breathe in too deeply. It's probably something to do with my allergies, so I take a Zyrtec.
8:00: Nutrition seriously fucking sucks, especially because now I don't need it anymore. For some god forsaken reason, communications majors have to take a science, and Nutrition was the only one without a time-consuming lab, but it was also only offered at 8AM. Win-lose, just like everything else. It's incredibly boring 90% of the time, and the one day I skip we make butter. Not riveting but definitely more exciting than usual. I just wish I could have decided earlier that I didn't want to be a communications major, because I could have avoided taking COM 215 also (Media).
9:15: I drop of my rent on the way to the gym, and then play Words with Friends as I go 2 miles on the elliptical, then do arms and abs. I absolutely love working out, it's just a matter of getting myself to the gym. I go a LOT more in the summer, because my gym at home is much nicer.
11:00: We spend the class learning about how to properly critique photos, and we are given our next assignment. Pinhole/toy cameras is the new subject, which basically is a challenge to see if you can still take good pictures without a fancy camera. He suggests cell phone cameras, which works for me. I already have some pictures on my cell phone that I can use. The thing is only 1.3 megapixels, which is pure shit just in case you didn't know.
1:30: Kim comes over to sit on the porch with Ally and I, and she's clearly stressed out. She's on her period and is upset and wants to get ice cream, so I grab my camera and we go walk down to Kilwin's. We took the long way home, hitting side streets and the fort for some photoshoot-ing. I wish I knew how to properly upload pictures to this freaking blog, because I'd post some of my work. I always just end up fighting with the HTML so it's not worth it. If you know how, enlighten me, please.
4:00: I go home and shower for Phi Alpha. Kim decides she wants to go to Hattie's and I had very clearly not showered all day, so I decided to just get ready before out meeting just so that I'm not rushing afterwards.
8:00: The meeting goes well, but is very quick. I really need to go shopping for a white dress and khaki shorts or something. Khaki is VERY unflattering on me, but oh well. I dropped a total of $60... $75... $85.75 at the meeting tonight. $60 for second semester dues, $15 for the golf tournament polo and $10.75 for the Bachelor Bid t-shirt. Jesus titty-fucking Christ, this thing is expensive. I have made some new friends though and I've been giving back to the community so I guess that's what I'm paying for? What?
10:00: Kim and I leave to go to Hattie's. I forget it's biker week.
11:00: Pretty normal, uneventful night. Pretty empty, actually, but there are a lot of friends of mine there: Raleigh, Guillermo, Alejandro, JP, Jenny, Kim, Jim, Chaz, Meghan, her two friends from out of town, Mike, and a couple others. Of course Harry's there, too.
11:25: I NEVER get offered drinks. Like, not open ones, but people buying me ones. Two guys introduced themselves to me, Tom and Tyler, and they both offered. Even the bartender offered to buy me a drink. Why does this happen on a night I DD? Why? Oh well, I still have this cough bullshit so I probably shouldn't be drinking anyway.
11:45: Chaz begins explaining the male and female g-spots and how to correctly stimulate both. Chaz and Kim are hitting it off. Hilarity shall ensue.
12:30: Jenny and Mike are rocking the beer pong table (4-0) when a biker comes up and whispered sweet nothings into Jenny's ear. Her boyfriend, JP, should be saving her, but he just stands on the sidelines and laughs. Sort of funny. Apparently, the "sweet nothings" he whispered to her were "Hey sexy mama, wanna take a ride on my bike tomorrow? Maybe even leave the bike part out?" YIKESSSSS. Go back to the hole you crawled out of you assless leather chaps wearing toothless grinning motherfucker!
12:45: Where is Raleigh?
12:52: Raleigh stumbles back upstairs and is weaving and honestly looks like he's going to puke at any moment. I get up and back up because I would NOT handle vomit-covered clothing very well, especially since I'm staying the night at Kim's. Raleigh runs outside with the help of Alej and pukes over the side of the balcony. Harry finds this hilarious and records a video on his iPhone.
1:14: Where is Raleigh now? Alejandro runs in laughing and drags me outside to show me something. He points off the balcony and I hesitate, wondering if he's going to be showing me Raleigh's vomit. Even better - wrapped around the bottom of a palm tree, fetal position, is Raleigh in all his passed-out glory. That's what you get for drinking since 6PM on a Tuesday!
1:16: I show Harry and Jenny, and of course Harry shoots another video and deems it Facebook-quality film. Highest honor.
1:30: Harry and I play beer pong against Guillermo and JP and somehow win. Mostly because of Harry. His arms are longer than mine.
1:45: I leave with Kim and take Harry home. He's a cute kid.
2:15: Kim and I curl up with the TV and some water and pass the fuck outttt.
2 weeks of lent officially completed! Still don't miss it. I'm starting to wonder if I'll only go online to upload pictures now and then.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Lent, Day 13.
9:30: I would be excited that I got to sleep in an extra hour on a Monday... but it's because accounting was canceled, which I'm clearly not happy about. My teeth hurt really bad from my retainers and I still have no voice... it's one of those days.
11:00: Media. We spend TWO HOURS going over about 3 steps on an In Design project. It's really fucking annoying how computer illiterate people are. It's 2010! If you don't know how to use Adobe products. You're behind. If you still can't use them WITH step-by-fucking-step instructions, you clearly are either retarded or worthless.
11:10: Bill informs me that Michelle had sex with Jim three days after we broke up. Great! That is now at least 3 girls he's slept with since we broke up! I don't care! Not to be rude to the people that keep informing me of Jim's sexual habits, but newsflash: Him and I are broken up. I do not want to be with him. I would love to be his friend but he's clearly making that impossible. His STD-ridden sexual experiences are HIS sex stories. I don't want to hear them. I am not jealous. I am not mad. He is single and can get as drunk and have as much sex as he wants! Go nuts!
12:50: I am PMSing and need to get out of this shithole full of incompetent monkeys. I go to the Career Services office and decide to change my major, officially. I decide it will cheer me up, and I am SO right. Not seeing "Communications" anywhere on my major/minor list is so relieving and I am pretty sure I'm capable of backflips right now.
1:15: I join Paige on the porch for some sunny-weather cuddling. Not quite warm, but still a beautiful day.
1:30: I convince Paige to take a study break and let me take some pictures of her for my photography assignment. We have a lot of fun and take shots in her bed, on her floor, on her car, on the porch, and against the house. She's really fucking pretty with blonde hair and light eyes so of course the pictures come out nice. Photoshop will make them even nicer.
3:30: Paige and I go to Smoothie King to visit Ally for a free smoothie. Slim-and-Trim Chocolate Banana... mmm.
4:00: Therapy! Haven't been here in a couple weeks. I actually almost forgot I had the appointment, which I suppose is a good thing. Before, I would look forward to the appointment because I was an unhappy mess and thought I needed answers from an outside source. Today, I was in a good mood and happy with my life and not thinking about it at all. I just happened to look in my little Vera Bradley pouch for something and see my appointment card. I would have felt like an ass if I didn't show up.
4:45: The therapist advises me to tell Jim to get tested for STDs next time he speaks to me. I laugh at how that would go over.
6:00: Harry comes over! First time I've seen him all weekend, and we definitely caught up. We have the most open, random, outrageous conversations and I love it. He's hilarious and doesn't judge me at all, and we can (and almost have) talk about anything and everything and nothing it out of bounds. It's a lot of fun, and I feel pretty comfortable with him. I shared a lot with him, and he shared a lot with me.
8:00: I BEAT HARRY AT WORDS WITH FRIENDS! He is very upset and cannot believe it happened. Like, legitimately, too. He was winning until the very end and I pulled some nice words out of my ass. He's seriously upset so I kiss him to make him feel better. Good kisser, really cute in general.
10:00: I decide I should probably go to the photo lab to edit and print the photos that are due in 12 hours. Nothing gets done without the pressure of procrastination and deadlines.
11:05: I smell like Harry. This is a good thing.
11:40: I leave the photo lab with more than enough prints. Hopefully someone will help me choose which ones to narrow the selection down to. I AM TIRED and have an 8AM tomorrow. FML. Still in a good mood though, goodnight!
11:00: Media. We spend TWO HOURS going over about 3 steps on an In Design project. It's really fucking annoying how computer illiterate people are. It's 2010! If you don't know how to use Adobe products. You're behind. If you still can't use them WITH step-by-fucking-step instructions, you clearly are either retarded or worthless.
11:10: Bill informs me that Michelle had sex with Jim three days after we broke up. Great! That is now at least 3 girls he's slept with since we broke up! I don't care! Not to be rude to the people that keep informing me of Jim's sexual habits, but newsflash: Him and I are broken up. I do not want to be with him. I would love to be his friend but he's clearly making that impossible. His STD-ridden sexual experiences are HIS sex stories. I don't want to hear them. I am not jealous. I am not mad. He is single and can get as drunk and have as much sex as he wants! Go nuts!
12:50: I am PMSing and need to get out of this shithole full of incompetent monkeys. I go to the Career Services office and decide to change my major, officially. I decide it will cheer me up, and I am SO right. Not seeing "Communications" anywhere on my major/minor list is so relieving and I am pretty sure I'm capable of backflips right now.
1:15: I join Paige on the porch for some sunny-weather cuddling. Not quite warm, but still a beautiful day.
1:30: I convince Paige to take a study break and let me take some pictures of her for my photography assignment. We have a lot of fun and take shots in her bed, on her floor, on her car, on the porch, and against the house. She's really fucking pretty with blonde hair and light eyes so of course the pictures come out nice. Photoshop will make them even nicer.
3:30: Paige and I go to Smoothie King to visit Ally for a free smoothie. Slim-and-Trim Chocolate Banana... mmm.
4:00: Therapy! Haven't been here in a couple weeks. I actually almost forgot I had the appointment, which I suppose is a good thing. Before, I would look forward to the appointment because I was an unhappy mess and thought I needed answers from an outside source. Today, I was in a good mood and happy with my life and not thinking about it at all. I just happened to look in my little Vera Bradley pouch for something and see my appointment card. I would have felt like an ass if I didn't show up.
4:45: The therapist advises me to tell Jim to get tested for STDs next time he speaks to me. I laugh at how that would go over.
6:00: Harry comes over! First time I've seen him all weekend, and we definitely caught up. We have the most open, random, outrageous conversations and I love it. He's hilarious and doesn't judge me at all, and we can (and almost have) talk about anything and everything and nothing it out of bounds. It's a lot of fun, and I feel pretty comfortable with him. I shared a lot with him, and he shared a lot with me.
8:00: I BEAT HARRY AT WORDS WITH FRIENDS! He is very upset and cannot believe it happened. Like, legitimately, too. He was winning until the very end and I pulled some nice words out of my ass. He's seriously upset so I kiss him to make him feel better. Good kisser, really cute in general.
10:00: I decide I should probably go to the photo lab to edit and print the photos that are due in 12 hours. Nothing gets done without the pressure of procrastination and deadlines.
11:05: I smell like Harry. This is a good thing.
11:40: I leave the photo lab with more than enough prints. Hopefully someone will help me choose which ones to narrow the selection down to. I AM TIRED and have an 8AM tomorrow. FML. Still in a good mood though, goodnight!
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