I am terribly sorry my lovely readers... I have neglected you. It's really because I had a week off for Thanksgiving and I'm not as bored and with nothing to do when I'm in the "real world." Also, I just wasn't hype enough to write anything. I got lazy. I totes had a mini obsession with writing blog posts and then it all kind of faded away. But it's OK, it's all coming back. I'm listening to M83 and drinking some nice cold milk and it's 11:00 at night... here comes a kickin' blog post. Well, since I didn't actually get up this morning until 10:30 I have lots of energy still and feel not one bit tired.
Sometimes I wait to do my homework until 8:00 at night and get really tired. For some reason I deny sleep and keep chugging along. After a while I hit the point where I'm just not tired anymore. I usually just finish my homework and then stay up longer reading or something because I can't go to sleep. It's awful. This sometimes happens during the weekends after everyone goes to bed, I'm up doing the dishes (that I've neglected for a couple days and they must be done) and naturally I'm listening to my ipod to some kickin music to wash the plates and bowls and such... (mind you it's midnight) and then I eat a whole Milky Way bar to keep me from dozing off... bad idea because then I get a sugar rush and I take breaks from doing the dishes and dance all over the house. Jamming to some ACDC or Queen or Lady Gaga. I mean, I have a wicked work out playlist. But yea. Here I am boogeying and whatnot too music at midnight. I don't know why I get this urge but I go into the bathroom and dance in front of the mirror. I guess I like to see myself dancing and being a fool in the mirror. Like, "how ridiculous do I actually look?" There's many benefits though. I get an awesome workout. I usually go to bed out of breath and then wake up the next morning all sore. I also get a lot of things done like the dishes and dusting and well that's really it. But the point is... nevermond there is no point.
So today I got this really sexy dress at H&M for just $15. Such a steal. Such. It looks super similar to this dress that I really wanted from Macy's that was $30ish, so I'm very satisfied with my excellent shopping skills. I really don't know when I'm going to wear this dress, since I don't go to parties or do anything lately. But at least I won't feel guilty about not wearing it that much since it's only $15. I mean you should have seen it. I was in H&M looking at the dresses and then I saw this one hanging on the wrong rack with no other ones around it. I couldn't find anymore. I looked at the price tag (which was not on sale) and saw how little it was. And it was my size. It was like divine intervention. God put this here for me. I must have done something right in life. Too great.
Some exciting news. So, I have this friend. Well, he's more than a friend really. He's my friend with a capitol "F." (If you haven't figured it out yet, he's ehhh my boyfriend.) Eh, I'm just really weird and I can't say the "b" word or the "d" word (dating.) Too many issues. Can't explain. But anyway, he's excellent. Well, more than excellent. He's splendifurous. We are really similar and like a bunch of nerdy stuff and the same music and we are just weird and awkward. The best combination if I do say so myself. But the exciting thing is on November 26th it was our one year "a" word (anniversary.) It's a really funny story how we met and then that day when we became um together? Yea, together. Well, we met through my brother and boyscouts haha. so lame. And I saw him at church and my mom and I used to say what a hottie/cutie he was. And oh my goodness, how exactly he looked like Percy Jackson (from that movie, you know.) Well, I was a little creepy and creeped and got his picture from facebook and a picture of Percy Jackson and put them together and gave them to my brother to give to him. Yep, I know that's weird. And then I made sure I picked up my brother from boyscouts so I could see him and possibly give him a ride home. Well, one day I did and then he stole my Scabbers (the rat from Harry Potter) that was hanging from the hand bar in my car. He cut off his toe because the Scabbers stuffed animal was a little inacurate from the book and wasn't missing a finger. Yea long long story short we became buddies. And then he asked me to homecoming and I was like um no I don't want to go to homecoming but we can have an adventure instead. So we did. We ate icecream for dinner and went to Home Depot and star gazed in a park. Perfection and oddness all in one. And then came Thanksgivingish, the day after actually. Well, we went out to star gazing on the dock in the park at 10ish or so. And we talked a lot and nothing else really. I swear. But oh man. It was 1 in the morning and this "fake" (more like a park ranger or something in collared shirtt with a police symbol on it) cop came and was like um you're passed curfew and technically trespassing if you're not fishing or boating or whatever. Which is such bogus. But he wrote our names down and then told us to go home. I was scared shitless. Never ever have I ever done something unlawful or bad bad in my life. I never had a detention. So I drove him back home and felt really really awful but then really really good because he asked me "o" word (out.) Yea, it's a really weird feeling. Feeling really really awful but really really good. So, I told my parents that I almost got arrested and they were like "eh yea he's probs a fakey don't worry." THIS IS WHY MY PARENTS ARE THE SHIT. But yup. That's a pretty cool story I think. And I'm really weird and can't say a lot of words but I'm not afraid or weirded out to say the "l" word... because I really do love him. He's my best friend.
