yeah, and i can say that here cus the big boring dud will never see it. hopefully. even then, so what, she doesn’t have the personality to do anything about it.
so i don’t know what you’ve been up to this weekend, but i sincerely hope that you saw alisa’s awkward pictures of some drinking shindig that went down at mike wang’s house last night. the highlight of this album (and, really, the only part worth looking at) is OF COURSE the pictures of juliet getting progressively wasted. check it out, when you get the chance. let’s discuss judge, please.
other than that. i saw samme at shop rite before and it was kind of weird. we hugged and she made plans for dinner for us, apparently hahah. she told me i’ve been m.i.a. and then i realized that even though i’ve been home for a little over a month, i’ve seen maybe 2 or 3 people (willingly) maybe 2 or 3 times. i think my mom finds this weird. i think she thinks i have no friends hahah. but no, i assured her, i just can’t be bothered to act like i give a shit about most of these kids. don’t get me wrong, this is not a “pity me, please” post (after all, i am not grace kim) . it’s actually a “i’ve found a strange sense of accomplishment in the fact that i’ve avoided many, many awkward and obligatory howareyoudoingeventhoughicouldn’tcareless conversations by staying home on saturday nights listening to the eagles with my dad and cleaning the house with my mom.” sure, it’s not the way most people would prefer to spend their weekends, let alone their summers. but hey, at least i’ll remember it in the morning.
cynic or realist? it’s a fine line.
