‘Ello girlies. Can’t promise this will be an inspirational post or anything. I don’t even think it’ll be positive, but I’m determined to pull through! By the end of this post, I will be happy!
What’s with the negative attitude already, you wonder?
I got all pretty for a fork boy today and I didn’t even see him.
Yeah, laaaaaame. Maybe this is a sign from God… if so, I’m determined to ignore it!
My hair was so pretty too. My beloved roomie straightened it and as she said, “You look like an international pop star. He’s gonna die when he sees this.”
Except he didn’t ‘cause he never did.
Oh, and, in case you couldn’t guess it, Emily has moved from ‘I’m curious about you’ to ‘I’m seriously crushing on you’. Gah.
There’s a Mardi Gras dance tonight (little late, huh?) and I’m not going. I’m not a big dancing girl or anything, I just really really don’t want to go tonight. Reasons?
1) It’s windy and cold as hell outside.
2) As much as I hate to admit it, fork boy won’t be there, so I have no reason
Instead, I’m curling up in front of the comp to watch Gilmore Girls and bemoan Rory’s loss of Logan in the final season with my handy dandy fro-yo. Oh yes, big evening for meee.
A good thing though- fork boy has totally stopped the glaring. Now, it’s just awkward staring. Let me set the scene:
Fork boy: *stare*
Me: *catches him staring; expects him to look away*
Fork boy: *stare*
Fork boy: … *stare*
Me: *runs away*
Fork boy: *staaaare*
I feel like I have something weird on my face that he keeps staring at but no, no luck there.
I do not understand boys nor do I ever wish too.
I’ll stick with trying to get through Spanish 2H without having to talk at all.
I’m a lame-o (see mention above) ‘cause I have been so self-conscious lately and haven’t been taking my phone to lunch… well, I have, I just don’t take pictures ‘cause I feel like some one’s staring me down.
Oh wait, they are.
Anyways, I do have some bar pictures. [I' am still eating brekkie, lunch & dinner, don’t fear!)
To be completely honest, I really do not like this flavor.
It’s too dry and maybe me feel too jittery.
Like everyone else, I’ve heard the rumors about clif/luna’s eviiil
chemical taste but I haven’t actually experienced it.
Another bar that I really didn’t like. It sounded so tasty but
really, it’s just blegh.
And presenting the missing element of the Emily diet:
Oh, and some evil demonic soul stole some of my yogurt. My special, I-got-on-public-transport-for-an-hour-and-a-half Chobani. They stole my –peach- flavor too. Sure, I don’t like peach flavor all too much (ironic huh, me being from Georgia and all) but I just knew Chobani would renew my faith in the fleshy fruits.
Guess I’ll never know.
I seriously hate communal fridges. D:
Have a nice Saturday night. Some one go live it up for me, while I wallow in self-pity like a lame-o, tehe.
your support is always so wonderful. *hugzz*