I eat too much pizza and I'm gonna look like a blimp if I keep it up. Blah.
I got my nails done today. That was goode, but what happened next wasn't good.
I was sitting in Glippy messing with my makeup, when someone tapped on my car door. Remembering that Eclipse's are the #1 most stolen car in Sacramento, I immediately locked my doors and looked up.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" He asked.
I recognized this fellow from somewhere, but where?
I then saw him pull out a brochure for magazines from his pocket. Goddamnit! This fool had already propositioned me, and now he's in the parking lot for Ross/Marshalls/the nail place. I guess that explains why I've gone over a week without dealing with these fuckers, they've moved.
I DON'T WANT ANY MOTHERFUCKING MAGAZINES
So anyway, my trip to So Cali got shot to shit. I'm spending my weekend here, and I feel conflicted about it. It's good that I can stay here, because above all else, I don't know that I'm ready to go back. I have a lot I need to figure out. Yet, am I really figuring anything out? I've failed to even make an acquaintance at school, but I've made an enemy! Typical Lindsay behavior I suppose. I'm quickly becoming a hermit. I don't know how to make friends at school. Fraternaties/Sororities scare me. My vapid lab partners bore me.
My essay was picked by my english teacher as the model essay. This *must* count as something. At least my grades have improved, even if it's at the cost of a social life. At least I have Michelle because she rocks! Hopefully she can help prevent my hermit transformation.
When did internet people become so boring?