PROM. And I'm feeling emo. Wait, is it 8 years ago?!
Prom is this Tuesday at Studio! I'm so excited I might die. My dress from junior year still fits! And my dress from senior year is too big! I'm celebrating by getting some Taco Johns with Matt. Because being emo and dieting doesn't work.
EMO. I'ma go put on some dark eyeliner and knit a sweater and listen to some indie rock. Wait, I always listen to indie rock... Damn. Maybe I'll take some mirror pictures to put on myspace. Yeah, I'll do that. Weep. Sad. BOYS SUCK. SUCK. And I rock at being an over-reacting drama queen. I'm just lucky I didn't throw any drinks in anyones face. Or slap anyone. I don't think. SIGH. < / emo > Yes, boys suck.
Except for Frank, who is taking me to prom on Tuesday to make up for all the mean things he did to me in elementary school. I'm so psyched for Tuesday. I'm trying to get a group of at least 7 or 8 people to go and then bar hop with me and Kate. I'm up to three. Maybe four. Kate, me, Frank, maybe Tony. I'm gonna be so annoying this week trying to get people to go! Yessss. I totally rescheduled work for this. I was supposed to be leaving at like 9am on Wednesday for DC... And I switched it to Thursday so I could go to prom. It's good to be an adult.
I want Taco Johns SO BAD. And maybe some ice cream. NO. Last time I was feeling emo over a boy (Same boy. Boo, why am I such a girl? Wasn't this why I declared I wasn't dating? Dur. I should go watch Twilight. And call the guy 25 times in 20 minutes. Because that's a good idea. And maybe get some cats.) ANYhow, I was like "I'll have a single serving of low fat ice cream. 130 calories, that's acceptable. Then I ate the entire pint sitting on my couch watching Secret Diary of a Call Girl. That is what we call UNacceptable. Plus, ice cream and Taco Johns and I will have to run like six million miles tomorrow. And I don't want to.
Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatt, get done with class. I need Taco Johns, Yo.
Also, you guys are being very lazy in your commenting. You all fail.
EMO. I'ma go put on some dark eyeliner and knit a sweater and listen to some indie rock. Wait, I always listen to indie rock... Damn. Maybe I'll take some mirror pictures to put on myspace. Yeah, I'll do that. Weep. Sad. BOYS SUCK. SUCK. And I rock at being an over-reacting drama queen. I'm just lucky I didn't throw any drinks in anyones face. Or slap anyone. I don't think. SIGH. < / emo > Yes, boys suck.
Except for Frank, who is taking me to prom on Tuesday to make up for all the mean things he did to me in elementary school. I'm so psyched for Tuesday. I'm trying to get a group of at least 7 or 8 people to go and then bar hop with me and Kate. I'm up to three. Maybe four. Kate, me, Frank, maybe Tony. I'm gonna be so annoying this week trying to get people to go! Yessss. I totally rescheduled work for this. I was supposed to be leaving at like 9am on Wednesday for DC... And I switched it to Thursday so I could go to prom. It's good to be an adult.
I want Taco Johns SO BAD. And maybe some ice cream. NO. Last time I was feeling emo over a boy (Same boy. Boo, why am I such a girl? Wasn't this why I declared I wasn't dating? Dur. I should go watch Twilight. And call the guy 25 times in 20 minutes. Because that's a good idea. And maybe get some cats.) ANYhow, I was like "I'll have a single serving of low fat ice cream. 130 calories, that's acceptable. Then I ate the entire pint sitting on my couch watching Secret Diary of a Call Girl. That is what we call UNacceptable. Plus, ice cream and Taco Johns and I will have to run like six million miles tomorrow. And I don't want to.
Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatt, get done with class. I need Taco Johns, Yo.
Also, you guys are being very lazy in your commenting. You all fail.
posted by megan at 2:44 PM
1 Comments:
oh my god i forgot that taco john's existeddd. now i want potato oles SO BAD.
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