Vive la summer!!
I friggin love summer. And I have found out that I got a B in math, which would be a fate worse than death in any other class, but in math is a wonderful thing. ¡Que chevere!
Soooo.... as you may have inferred, summer is up and roaring. It is lovely to be able to do whatever I want and not have to get up at unholy hours of the morning just to go and face S-hole one more day. No, I like school. But it does entail facing S-hole one more day.
I went to Allie's house today. We washed her car (I think I'm born to be a maid) and then went on an adventure of urban exploration. We found a tunnel that went under the street and crept in there. It was friggin cool! Although there were no dead bodies. But nothing in life is ever perfect... After that, we put on our girl-next-door personas, bought ice cream, and walked her two dogs down the street to Le Hottie's house. We were debating rather loudly if we should ding-dong-ditch him when the door opened and he stepped out onto the porch looking both confused and high. "WOAH!" I yelled intelligently. "Should we run for it?" asked Allie. "I think so!" I replied. We didn't get the chance, though. He came over to talk to us first. He's actually a very awkward person (although that may have just been because he was high), and he didn't come to market night with us. Bummer.
Oh well. I still have the possibility of a Summer Love with him.
Maybe.
Take me, babyyyyyyy! Or leave meeee! I love Rent sooo much. And Glee. But the Rent version was much better.
Ah, well. These are the days.
Wait, wtf am I talking about? Sheesh. Maybe I'm second-hand high. That would actually be interesting. Hmmm.... I must ponder this carefully.
BLOODY FUCKING HELL! This effing douchedongler has to be the MOST ANNOYING PERSON IN THE WORLD! Let us set this straight right now: I am a fucking playtoy! Er, that sounded rather superficial and sexist. Um... let us rephrase that. I am the fucking friend with benefits!! (Much better) That means that I don't have to devote any time or effort to the relationship! I can merely waltz in and suck his dick whenever I feel like it (i.e never) and come and go without a care! I need not write sappy love poems or songs extolling his muscular eyebrows, and I need not meet his family and coo over how exquisitely shaped his mother's meatloaf salad is! I am free to do as I please, and so, in fact, is he! We need not have chemistry together (or any other class for that matter) and we need not spend time on each other. If we wish to have a little sexy loving, all we need do is pull out our phones and send a quick texty-poo. No need getting all invested over this! That would just be weird!
...But sadly, he is. He seems to think that I need to be all girlfriend-y. Ew! Liek, OMG. That's, like, gross.
Oh, guess I better go study. Because I'm taking four AP classes next year.
S-hole is taking only two (and honor's math).
SUCK IT!
