wearing what i slept in.
which is what i was wearing last night.
i need to learn that coming back to the dorm at 4:30 doesn't make me look all that classy.
what ali and i are doing right now:
being assholes
waiting for jorge to bring us pancakes
not sleeping
oh, and i thought some bitch was crying while making her popcorn and she wasn't that's why im not smiling.
so. i feel pretty confident in saying that i like this guy here. i don't want to jump the gun, but like i really do. and it's not just in like an attraction sense, but there's something about his sense of humor and like just him in general. oh and curveball, he's a good person. i've never liked one of those. and he actually cares about what i have to say. i dont know. it's great.
ya know those days where literally no picture looks good when you smile with your teeth? or even smile at all? well this is one of those days.
so here's this picture. which doesn't even make sense. i just look annoyed, but i mean, i kinda am. so... it works.
gonna go to a neon party tomorrow. GONNA GET SCHWASTY.
on a separate note: i'm kinda just in the mood to say "their loss" this time if nothing good comes out of this... cause. well. fuck it!
so can anyone tell me why i act like a complete idiot when the guy i like comes into my room? i mean i might as well have just said "HERPDERPDEDERPSCURRDERP" the whole time he was in here. i mean jeez. that was the worst thing i have ever been through. holy shit.
