Today, I will hopefully:
* Grab dim sum at the 2011 event
* Go shopping for shoes and other things with Allison
* Get my nails done with Christine (if she remembers, that is)
* Try to buy myself a good birthday present, since all my parents gave me was money (ugh, I try not to be a cunt about this, but money is not a present! Give me something that has some thought behind it!)
* Buy tickets for Joey and me to go to Passion Pit
* Buy a new mirror for my new room
* Go to my birthday dinner at Aquitaine!
* Go to a party with the Puerto Ricans
Let’s see how much I can actually get done.
Why am I not enjoying a large pile of nachos?
Why?!
To whomever wrote on my formspring:
That wasn’t creepy at all. It is really nice to have someone say that to me!
thekeri:
jesuismilena:
Come see me dressed up like a whore next Saturday (the 14th) at Deli Haus! I’ll be the hostess starting at midnight. You better be there.
grease, booze and tits for all.
Are you the second shift hostess this time around? Word. I’m hostessing first shift. Y’all bitches had best be showing the fuck up.
word to your mother, you heard the bitch. NOW COME.
thekeri:
mahfablife:
quanny:
Unshowered, unchanged from yesterday’s outfit, unhappy.
I just took a shower for the first time since, hm, Wednesday. And I got an hour’s sleep last night. Stereotypes do come trueeee.
I showered today for the first time since Tuesday! Wooooo! (</pissing contest>)
I just showered, but I think you guys win because I showered yesterday morning.
Joey’s room is messier than I’d thought!
Come see me dressed up like a whore next Saturday (the 14th) at Deli Haus! I’ll be the hostess starting at midnight. You better be there.
grease, booze and tits for all.
I went to bed around 6:30-7 AM. I slept about four hours. I spent the entire day, since maybe 1 PM, working non-stop. My brain right now is just an useless blob of gray. I cannot put two words together and form a coherent sentence.
And I can’t go back to sleep because I need to move to my new room. I just want to relax and get my nails done with Christine, why can’t I?!
I turn into such a whiny baby when I haven’t slept, seriously.
To the person who asked about my new hair:
I should’ve probably posted some photos where you can see it in all it’s bright red glory, but it doesn’t photograph well with my room’s lighting so I’ve been waiting until I’m outside with natural lighting (and actually look decent) to take a photo of it. You’ll see me tomorrow when I post photos of my birthday dinner!
To the person who said I don’t look like 178 pounds at all:
That is the same reason I think weighing myself is stupid. Weight is just a number, I’d rather care more about my size and the way my body looks. Which is why I dismissed my doctor when she suggested I lose some weight; my dad is diabetic and she says that being overweight puts me at risk of getting it. To that, I say that I could never give up all the tasty shit I eat, ever. I’ll probably sign up for a PE or enlist Eduardo as my gym buddy; he used to get me to run with him back in high school.
More questions/comments? You know you want to.
Don just woke me up at 11 saying, “You might want to go in at 12 and turn in the pset you spent all night doing.”
Thank God he slept over because I would’ve slept right through! I skipped my morning classes, which is fine, but I woke up too late to get ready and go to French. I mean, I could still get up and go, but I look a mess and I feel really sick— lack of sleep really shows on me.
He sleeps with two pillows: one to rest his head on, and one to hug.
SO cute.
