I hate daytime tv.
My 4th of July was kind of a bust, Alex and I went out to Logan's dad's land in Lancaster for a bonfire campout type thing but they forgot to mention that to get to the place you had to walk 20min in atleast a foot of mud. So yeah, we stayed for about 30min and left.
It definitely wasn't worth
fucking up my saten shoes for.
The other day we were parked eating in my car and this guy walking down the street towards us starting walking in a circle around something. So I really wanted to see what it was and when we drove past I stopped and saw the
cutest bird ever!
We picked it up out of the street and put it on the sidewalk and 2 seconds later another bird came down at fed it.
And of course we went to see the new Harry Potter movie at midnight when it came out. SO GOOD. We drew on lightning bolt scars and were surprisingly not the wierdest looking people there.
Last night was Lexi's birthday partyy. It was crazy. I wish I didn't have pink eye because I would have taken lots of pictures, but oh well. About 2hrs into the party the cops showed up, and for the next two hours people were hiding and running out the garage. But we actually just stayed upstairs and chilled on a couch till it was all over and left, haha.
Alex moves to New Mexico in like 15 or so days. I hate it. No matter how much time I spend with him now it's never enough. We spend almost every minute together and it's never enough because how could it be knowing we'll only see eachother maybe once every two months for the next 9 months?
It's come so fast and I hate it.