ohso xxx emo: only you, michelle, would cave into a bottle of perfume and lick it
I'm going to say no more on the subject other than it tastes like strawberries...
So I haven't been updating as often latley. I guess with school out and everything I really have nothing to write about. Pete and I were arguing about whether I have a dull life or not (this all stemed from a conversation about partying and whatnot). Now that I think about it, the night I went to the Strokes concert, I had a Spanish test the next morning. So, yep, instead of studying I would go to a concert.
Since I was at my dad's house for the past five days, I pretty much just sat around the house while everyone was at work and *pretended* to work on my paper. In reality I just watched movies for hours on end. I've rented Edward Scissorhands about half a dozen times, but I've only managed to watch it all the way through once. All the other times I have to stop watching it right after they arrest him because I find it really unfair how they treat him afterwards. Don't laugh, I'm like that with a lot of things. I feel way too much sympathy to characters in books and movies and such.
I'm still not sure if I can make it to the play but I'm working on it. Anyways, I know Sarah reads this but I've been wondering who else is creepily following my life. Maybe I don't want to know.




