and so the story goes
Hey kids. Leaving for DC on Wednesday. Back on Monday. If you care so much about my life as to wonder about the details of this, read below. If you're still curious, comment and I'll friend you. By the way, I would remind you all to LJ CUT ANY PROMOS WITH PICS! Thanks.
So. Trip to DC. Lot's of fun, right? FUCKING WRONG! I'm sitting among Seth, Tim and Pernita. I love Nita. Dearly. But she'll run off with her freshman homies leaving me alone with Seth, who will sit on my lap, and Tim, who will initiate the nervous game and they will play all the way to Illinois. When we get to Washington, Seth will tie a blue bandana (he is a crip) around his face and run around the hotel with a rigged lighter shouting "TERROR! TERROR! JIHAD!" in his extremely effeminate voice. Tim, on the other hand will go on and on about how much he loves Weezer, how he's going to get his posse of sweaterbitches together and violently gangbang Lindsey Lohan ("that's what she gets for acting like a stripper on the Disney Channel), so on and so forth. And then they will both refuse to go anywhere with me.
I hate spring break with a fiery passion. A week at home with food, and easter candy, and people home to catch you purging. I swear I've gained like 10 pounds. Well, there goes my short term goal by prom. I'm disgusting. Yulia Volkova would be so disappointed.
So. Trip to DC. Lot's of fun, right? FUCKING WRONG! I'm sitting among Seth, Tim and Pernita. I love Nita. Dearly. But she'll run off with her freshman homies leaving me alone with Seth, who will sit on my lap, and Tim, who will initiate the nervous game and they will play all the way to Illinois. When we get to Washington, Seth will tie a blue bandana (he is a crip) around his face and run around the hotel with a rigged lighter shouting "TERROR! TERROR! JIHAD!" in his extremely effeminate voice. Tim, on the other hand will go on and on about how much he loves Weezer, how he's going to get his posse of sweaterbitches together and violently gangbang Lindsey Lohan ("that's what she gets for acting like a stripper on the Disney Channel), so on and so forth. And then they will both refuse to go anywhere with me.
I hate spring break with a fiery passion. A week at home with food, and easter candy, and people home to catch you purging. I swear I've gained like 10 pounds. Well, there goes my short term goal by prom. I'm disgusting. Yulia Volkova would be so disappointed.