repressing the crazy
Friday I went to a Frat party with Lucelyna. I had a lot of fun. I drank enough to get a really really good buzz. Saw Ryan, Jeff, and Jason from the first year at the dorms. When I saw them, my whole world flashed back to those days. Many good times hahaha. Parties in room C-200, taking flaming shots, putting condoms on the windows, taking pictures of the boys naked on top of our passed out RA, taking shot after shot of tequila, smoking several bowls, and stumbling up and down the halls... good times. Ryan still looks like a dork. He was the only one with potential if only he did something with that hair, que lastima. Met some of Lucy's friends. Very cool people. Christian and I talked about relationships for a brief moment, was convinced Billy was Craig, stole beads from Chris, got drinks from Albert, and got free condoms from gosh knows who. I also didn't steal those beads from chris like he insisted, he gave them to me, that's his bad. I do appreciate it tho. I'm sorry, unless I'm in freaking New Orleans for Mardi gras, I am not showing my boobs to just anyone. Especially not anyone I just met. Good night overall. Made me realize I have more options available to me than I think... the question is do I want those options available to me? Got home at 4am.Went to SD on Saturday. Had my first bacon ranch cheese melt. I also had my first wine vinaigrette club- only 6 grams of fat! Was way tired on the way back to the LBC. Almost fell asleep a couple times on the freeway. So when I got home, I just hit the sack.
This morning, I went to denny' with Iris, John, Carlo, and Joe. Waited nearly two hours for our food, but either way it was good. Afterward we went to Go-Kart-World in Carson. So much fun. I won the first race on the super track, lapped Carlo and John :). On the turbo track, I got into a few collisions, and ran into Iris hahaha. Didn't keep track on who won, but I know I came close. Second place is first loser, right? At lease in a sense I was in first place. Haha. Was going to go on the super slick track, but I was going to get my hair chemically straightened and I already pushed the appointment back to go eat at Denny's, so I left go-kart-world early.
The stylist, Holly, at Shear Pleasures was so nice. I love going there. We talked about this and that, and it was a really great experience compared to the one at Rudy's Barber shop in LA. I can't wash my hair for two days, nor can I put my hair up, or else it will leave an ugly kink in my hair. I'm gonna be like the sister from the movie Friday, where she was sleeping with her head up and her hand under her chin. Hahaha. She also told me that I couldn't blow dry my hair that I could only use a flat iron on it for the next few days, but before I could start using it that I had to let it dry. Well, iris and I decided to go get a few movies, hit tower records, went to tilly's, and Michaels. The whole time my hair became this ugly mane on my head that was very unattractive. I can't believe Iris let me go out in public like that because it was really that bad. I swear every where we went people were staring at me like, didn't she look in the mirror before she left? Haha. We came home and calmed the mane down with a flat iron and it looks super straight and I love it.
After we subdued the beast on my hair, we hit the mall. - I'm not trying to be mean at all whatsoever! But iris and I were chit-chatting and staring the ground at the same time when out of nowhere we saw the craziest thing. (I know I'm going to hell for this.) This girl was wearing some flip flops and her toes were normal except the toe that was in a totally different row from the rest. It was like normal-normal-normal-what the hell? Where the hell did that come from?- oh my gosh-normal. We were so shocked we couldn't finish our sentences and swallowed our words. I am so mean. That's why God punished us and we left the mall with nothing.
The hardest things to say are the things that matter the most. I am having the hardest time trying to say something right now, the words are there with me, but they wont leave the tip of my tongue. The moment I attempt to speak what I think, something totally different comes out. I am sitting here contemplating wondering if it's all worth this much thinking, time, and emotion. If only I had the answer...
"There is Love, Good love, and great love. Love you get over in a couple of weeks, good love takes months to get over, and great love... you never get over."
-win a date with tad hamilton
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