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Ugh. Last week's 'party' is still affecting me, with stuffy nose and flu-like symptoms, and already it's time for another one. I'm actually tempted to get booze for this one, since it's been so long since I've drank....maybe not. I don't know.
My room is starting to resemble that of a...well, quite frankly that of a hell hole. I've had like no time to clean it, seeing as the only time I'm ever home anymore is for around 5 hours to try and grab some sleep for school...and that's if I come home. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but my mom's been getting a bit ticked about it...blah.
...*nods off*...*snnrk*...
....................*drooldrool*....
I'm so god damn tired. Last night I crashed at PsychoNot's pad, which was a blast. I've never really had a chance to talk with him much, and it was nice to feel like he was an actual friend instead of an acquaintance. We talked for hours about random shit, and laughed for what seems just as long at the stupid shit we were talking about. I <3 doing that.
So, as expected, now I talk about Enigma. I haven't seen him in a couple days (okay, 2), and I'm hoping he hasn't died...PsychoNot and I tried to warn him not to do too many uppers for too long a period of time, but I guess he'll learn...everyone learns their lesson. PsychoNot put it the most accurately "Have to make the mistake before the lesson is learned."
At PartyHardy's halloween bash, he acted strangely, though...everyone has. The story? It's like everyone sees us as dating now. I had to pick up SnowWhite and Dreadlocks, so Enigma and PsychoNot came along for the ride. PsychoNot didn't expect Enigma to come, and started getting into the front seat of my car, but when Enigma walked up, he got out, and went into the back...(Our rule of thumb is whoever's dating/fooling around with the driver gets shotgun). And when I left the party, he got up from the smoker's circle, and followed me out so he could kiss me and say drive safe, and request that I send him a message when I get home so we could talk some more.
Now, see, normally I'd be giddyhappystupid about this kind of treatment, but we aren't dating. At least, I think? I'm so confused. I'd talk to the kid about it if I didn't get a slight case of PARALYSIS every time I try to bring the subject up. It's not even like I care that much, I'd just like his point of view on things. What I'm most afraid of, though, is that what if I ask him and he gets scared or gets uncomfortable with the way things are in case he doesn't want to hurt me/lead me on? I don't know, I just don't know...
Lately I've been getting a lot more random compliments, and it's kind of scary. I took my friend whom I don't have a name for down to the court house to meet her new boyfriend before his parole meeting, and apparently two of his friends (who were also in for either parole or meeting their lawyers...) thought I was hot, and my friend decided to give them my number. Groovy. Not only that, but her new boyfriend is now hitting on me, a guy from my sociology class has been calling me dollface and asking when we can hang out...all in all, it's a bit overwhelming. I know I'm not ugly, I guess, but my appearance hasn't really changed that much...so the question remains, what's going on, is this an elaborate prank or is there something in the water....?
My room is starting to resemble that of a...well, quite frankly that of a hell hole. I've had like no time to clean it, seeing as the only time I'm ever home anymore is for around 5 hours to try and grab some sleep for school...and that's if I come home. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but my mom's been getting a bit ticked about it...blah.
...*nods off*...*snnrk*...
....................*drooldrool*....
I'm so god damn tired. Last night I crashed at PsychoNot's pad, which was a blast. I've never really had a chance to talk with him much, and it was nice to feel like he was an actual friend instead of an acquaintance. We talked for hours about random shit, and laughed for what seems just as long at the stupid shit we were talking about. I <3 doing that.
So, as expected, now I talk about Enigma. I haven't seen him in a couple days (okay, 2), and I'm hoping he hasn't died...PsychoNot and I tried to warn him not to do too many uppers for too long a period of time, but I guess he'll learn...everyone learns their lesson. PsychoNot put it the most accurately "Have to make the mistake before the lesson is learned."
At PartyHardy's halloween bash, he acted strangely, though...everyone has. The story? It's like everyone sees us as dating now. I had to pick up SnowWhite and Dreadlocks, so Enigma and PsychoNot came along for the ride. PsychoNot didn't expect Enigma to come, and started getting into the front seat of my car, but when Enigma walked up, he got out, and went into the back...(Our rule of thumb is whoever's dating/fooling around with the driver gets shotgun). And when I left the party, he got up from the smoker's circle, and followed me out so he could kiss me and say drive safe, and request that I send him a message when I get home so we could talk some more.
Now, see, normally I'd be giddyhappystupid about this kind of treatment, but we aren't dating. At least, I think? I'm so confused. I'd talk to the kid about it if I didn't get a slight case of PARALYSIS every time I try to bring the subject up. It's not even like I care that much, I'd just like his point of view on things. What I'm most afraid of, though, is that what if I ask him and he gets scared or gets uncomfortable with the way things are in case he doesn't want to hurt me/lead me on? I don't know, I just don't know...
Lately I've been getting a lot more random compliments, and it's kind of scary. I took my friend whom I don't have a name for down to the court house to meet her new boyfriend before his parole meeting, and apparently two of his friends (who were also in for either parole or meeting their lawyers...) thought I was hot, and my friend decided to give them my number. Groovy. Not only that, but her new boyfriend is now hitting on me, a guy from my sociology class has been calling me dollface and asking when we can hang out...all in all, it's a bit overwhelming. I know I'm not ugly, I guess, but my appearance hasn't really changed that much...so the question remains, what's going on, is this an elaborate prank or is there something in the water....?
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