It's Wednesday, so tonight Kait, Alexis & I are heading to the Ranch to make the Marist girls hate their lives. We're sweet like that. We decided they can hate us, but we're going to kill them with kindness - that's what people like that hate. We're such bitches, but we already knew that!
Tomorrow night is Thursday, which means UBar. At midnight it's officially my birthday, so I'm super stoked. I can't believe I turn 21. Seriously. Wow. I'm getting old.
Friday is still open to interpretation. We're pretty sure we're headed into Scruffy's to start off the night, probably around 8 or so. Then we're unsure as to what's next. It's between heading to Ivy or finding somewhere else to go. Alas and alack, it'll be taken care of eventually.
Saturday & Sunday are "DO WORK SON" days, or shits going to hit the fan. For real.
I keep finding myself alone in my room - all by my doing. I just find my door closed, sitting in here. It's so stupid, I don't really get why I do it. I like knowing that I can sit here in semi-silence and no one will say anything, but then I miss out on the on-goings of the hall. I'm a loser. Never before have I felt this uncomfortable in social situations. I feel like the little smelly kid in kindergarden who can't tie their shoes. It's all so awkward. I think it's mostly because I miss my stupid friends. I love them.
Seriously, Alicia and Becky sent me that bear from Build-A-Bear. Her name is Sydney and she's wearing this really trashy outfit. I love it. She has a passport (pawsport <3) style="font-style: italic;">I miss you all - don't forget that. No one will ever replace my Jays kids - you've got that for life. It's so ridiculous and childish how sad I am about missing my mom and grandparents. I feel like a brat, but I'd do anything for a hug. I haven't had a hug in a while....
Love, love, lOve, and loooooove.
Word of the day: bubbla
meaning: water fountain.