Even though, I accept the fact that I'm white (for the most part), I still cannot help but enjoy rap. Especially 90's rap. Some of the lines are quite clever. And I feel...I don't know...typically teenage while playing it. Which is occasionally fun and acceptable.
And besides. My cousin Amy listens to this song. So there. I'm allowed to.
I feel very secluded lately. I'm not talking to anyone really. Mr. Dave still writes me notes, and yes, I do sometimes respond with some smart-ass witty remark.
But No sarah or emily or any of my friends from school.
Is this what the rest of my life will be like? Meet people, form a bond and then as soon as we seperate, we completely lose contact?
Well. That's just dumb. But I cannot bring myself to chase them. I call enough as is, they have my number just as much as I have theirs.
I went jean shopping today. And discovered that I am 2 sizes down from where I was!! Weeee!!
I had a really nice talk with Matt last night. We don't have those enough. When we do I cherish them.
My hair is dark again. It was an accident, really. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. It was rather unexpected. I was like...whoa.
I feel like such a girl lately. Mini skirts and leggings. Not in a million years would I have imagined how vulnerable I could become to fashion.
SOMEBODY TALK TO ME.
I'm waiting for emails and a CD (dangerous minds, the soundtrack) A letter from Miss. Shorty-doo-bop, Chelsea. And I don't know....money for college?
I was going to skip school tomorrow, and go hide out with Matt and have sex all day and lay in his bed naked but. He's going out of town (Damn holidays). I could still skip, but whats the point without my boy?
None at all.
So, I'll go to my fucking four hour class and pretend to learn, and get hit on by middle aged males.
Should be fun.