I just hit the snooze button for two hours straight. FAIL. I really hate when I wake up and am actually hungry, which barely ever happens, but I have to take my stupid meds and wait a stupid hour. But I woke up on the right side of the bed this morning, and the sun is shining and I’m in a pretty damn good mood and plan on staying this way throughout the day (even though my day is going to be filled with bio things, stupid bio things, and quite possibly locking myself in the library. ehh.). Yeah. Hey I can be happy too!!!
So last night when I should have been reading about evolution I was going through all these old emails from junior year of high school and laughing my ass off at how ridiculous I was/we were. I don’t even know why I kept all this shit, I just never bothered to clean out my old email account. Maybe I secretly knew that they would provide me with much needed entertainment on some random night when I was being silly and depressed and on the verge of becoming an adult. You know?? Well they’re all gone now. Also I would like to recognize that for every 20 shitty people in my life, there is one good, at least seemingly good, decent, “will catch you off guard, surprise you when you least expect but most need it” person. So, thanks for that. =)
Ummm but this dude, whoever he is, needs to stop calling me. And I need to stop giving out my number when I’m drunk/barely have a pulse/have no idea who I was even talking to. Dude#1 I understand giving my number to, although I deeply regret it ever since Kate told me how weirdly into me he was and actually wanted to get to know me/hang out sober. (Wait. What? I don’t hang out sober with dudes I meet at bars, no thank you, unless you’re actually an interesting legitimate human with redeemable qualities, which rules out about 95% of them.) Dude #2 (who called me yesterday, also early sunday morning, so I know I met him saturday night, but don’t have his number in my phone thus not knowing who the fuck he is), who I thought was Dude #1’s friend, apparently is not, and according to Kate he is the “nice dude at the pita pit you met while I was taking to his friend that had just gotten out of jail and had his name tattooed on his hand. you either made out with him or bit him but i’m pretty sure he asked for your number. Don’t you remember any of that??!” No, Kate, I do not! WINNER.
