Its really late and I was going to go to bed at a reasonable hour but I put on sixteen and pregnant and then I put on SLiDE then I found out that Kat Prescott is going to be in a new show and I LOVE her so I had to research that and then I looked up and it was four hours later and now I'm really tired but its too hot too sleep.
And while I'm sitting here I'm positively itching to get back to my tv shows and dear god I think I'm addicted to the internet.
Thats a real disorder now. Fact of the day.
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Monday, June 23, 2014
Probably Should Not Have Done That.
I had a few hours to kill, my friend had just gone back to Pittsfield, and my parents were nowhere to be found. So, I hopped in the car, and picked up some late lunch/dinner at three o'clock in the afternoon. I sat at home eating it for a little while, catching up on youtube channels, because what crazy wild teenager doesn't do that?!
Then I was bored so I grabbed the keys, put all the windows down, turned my music up all the way and took a very roundabout trip up to the top of Lincoln Gap and then the Ap Gap which, in total, took about two hours. During this I constantly had to pause my music because my mother kept calling me because she was "worried" about me. Mothers intuition anybody?
And then, as I was only ten minutes away from home, someone almost hit the car because I was trying to save a chicken's life and they were on their phone (the driver of the other car, not the chicken).
MORAL OF THE STORY:
Do not drive without a license.
Also, the chicken's fine.
Then I was bored so I grabbed the keys, put all the windows down, turned my music up all the way and took a very roundabout trip up to the top of Lincoln Gap and then the Ap Gap which, in total, took about two hours. During this I constantly had to pause my music because my mother kept calling me because she was "worried" about me. Mothers intuition anybody?
And then, as I was only ten minutes away from home, someone almost hit the car because I was trying to save a chicken's life and they were on their phone (the driver of the other car, not the chicken).
MORAL OF THE STORY:
Do not drive without a license.
Also, the chicken's fine.
Saturday, June 21, 2014
That's the Vodka Talking
Awkward Anecdote of the Week:
I was driving home from a movie with my friend (our three other friends went in a different car and I was all, "Oh you don't have to drive alone, I'll go with you!" like the nice person I am), and he kind of likes the Arctic Monkeys and I kind of love the Arctic Monkeys. So we were listening to Iggy Azalea because we both think she's fabulous and then he was like, "Katy play me a song I've never heard before." So I went and put on I Wanna Be Yours, by the Arctic Monkeys.
This was a bad choice and here's why. Some of the lyrics are:
-"You call the shots babe, I just wanna be yours."
-"Secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide then I though, maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours."
-"At least as deep as the pacific ocean I wanna be yours"
So we're listening to Alex Turner croon this damn song away and I'm jamming and he's jamming. Then he looks up and actually starts to listen to the lyrics to a second, and then at a red light he looks at me all serious and asks me what the name of the song is and I tell him and he sits back looking a little confused. I of course am just like, oh maybe he doesn't feel well after eating the entire bag of twizzlers (they were MY twizzlers). And then, after a few seconds he asks, "Um, are you trying to tell me something with this song?" I look over at him, face absolutely plastered with mortification, and manage to squeak out a "No." Then he starts laughing and gives me this sly smile and is all, "Are you sure about that," even though he can plainly see how embarrassed I am. And then he hits me on the shoulder. "Relax kid I'm busting your balls."After that I crawled into a hole and prayed he wouldn't talk to me for the rest of the night. As we were watching some awful scary movie he looked at me very seriously and told me he was really joking in the car and that it was a very good song, and that he knew it didn't mean anything and then I hit him and he rolled his eyes and we haven't talked about it since.
And from now on, I'm not playing the Arctic Monkeys when I drive with him.
I was driving home from a movie with my friend (our three other friends went in a different car and I was all, "Oh you don't have to drive alone, I'll go with you!" like the nice person I am), and he kind of likes the Arctic Monkeys and I kind of love the Arctic Monkeys. So we were listening to Iggy Azalea because we both think she's fabulous and then he was like, "Katy play me a song I've never heard before." So I went and put on I Wanna Be Yours, by the Arctic Monkeys.
This was a bad choice and here's why. Some of the lyrics are:
-"You call the shots babe, I just wanna be yours."
-"Secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide then I though, maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours."
-"At least as deep as the pacific ocean I wanna be yours"
So we're listening to Alex Turner croon this damn song away and I'm jamming and he's jamming. Then he looks up and actually starts to listen to the lyrics to a second, and then at a red light he looks at me all serious and asks me what the name of the song is and I tell him and he sits back looking a little confused. I of course am just like, oh maybe he doesn't feel well after eating the entire bag of twizzlers (they were MY twizzlers). And then, after a few seconds he asks, "Um, are you trying to tell me something with this song?" I look over at him, face absolutely plastered with mortification, and manage to squeak out a "No." Then he starts laughing and gives me this sly smile and is all, "Are you sure about that," even though he can plainly see how embarrassed I am. And then he hits me on the shoulder. "Relax kid I'm busting your balls."After that I crawled into a hole and prayed he wouldn't talk to me for the rest of the night. As we were watching some awful scary movie he looked at me very seriously and told me he was really joking in the car and that it was a very good song, and that he knew it didn't mean anything and then I hit him and he rolled his eyes and we haven't talked about it since.
And from now on, I'm not playing the Arctic Monkeys when I drive with him.
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