Today was awesome. Went to the gym, had basically no homework, did more laundry, painted my toes, organized my TiVo, talked to Greg on the phone for a really long time, and planned this weekend. I’m so excited it’s ridiculous.
And on a completely separate note, I’m definitely developing an obsession with Skins. Why isn’t it on American TV? Not that having to order it over NetFlix is that much of an inconvenience, but still. A dark, dirty, drug/sex/party-filled British drama with unbelievably attractive characters? Yes please.
My whipped ice dairy drink brings the attention of males to my place of residence and/or employment, and it far surpasses yours. Absolutely, it surpasses yours. I can convey to you this recipe, but I have to demand compensation.
it’s Friday, and he called me at least 4 times checking to see if I was still grounded. I miss him so much, and we just hung on Tuesday. He was complaining that even though we only live half a mile apart, this weekend it’s going to feel like a million miles because I’m so close but not allowed to see him. That’s how sweet he is. He makes my heart hurt.
for myself, not to please other people. But I just realized that sometimes other people are the best motivation. Not in a competitive “I’m going to be better than you” way… but more of a “I really fucking like you and want to prove to you I can do it so I’m going to do it” way.