Yeah so right now I'm supposed to be in the library analyzing some stupid art exhibit. I could honestly care less about the damn thing but I do what I have to do. So I've been at school for about two weeks now and I still haven't gone to a good party, what the fuck is that about. This was really just an entry to waste time.
So today I'm sitting in the break room at work. My friend Lauren was at a table across from me asking this kid Dan about this girl he's hooking up with who he also really likes, named Julie. Lauren asked him what she looked like and he replied, "Pretty."
It made me realize how badly I want a boy to say that about me.