the boring leading the bored

Friday, January 30, 2004
"Lauren... you smell like Axe."

Yes, Jeff, I do. Because I am wearing Adam's shirt. And it smells like boy, and there is no finer thing. Plus it says things in Hebrew on it. I really like this shirt, its cutemax. I want to keep it, but that would make me a bad friend. And while I am willing to sacrifice many things (such as love, my future, and large sums of money) for teeshirts, friendship is not one of them.

Tech is going well. Going to spend seven hours with it tomorrow... joy. And I sacrificed my friday night to it too... paper mache-ing that stupid, bane-of-my-existence crab shell. And it still needs several more layers. Pff. Yes, pff I say. Oh well. Still grounded anyway. But my parents are awesome awesome softies so they are letting me go to a couple things this weekend. One is the superbowl party, the other is a (secret).

Oh, and my dad thinks i hate him. Cause i say mean things to him. Its not on purpose, its just when he pokes me or puts his arm around my neck... i mean, i think its just fine when he gives me a hug or puts his arm around my shoulders but for whatever reason anything besides that makes me crazy. CRAZY. then i get mean. sorry dad. honest.

well that was an interesting twist of events.

music: the cure, ziggy stardust


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