NO REGRETS
to all the kids who have school in june:
hahaha suck my dick.
there are butterflies in my stomach every time my phone lights up.
I feel way more comfortable posting the intimacies of my life on my blog. No one reads it, and if they do, well, I have nothing to be afraid of.
And, I mean, for the really personal things, I have my angst tumblr. ;)
idk. Boys are dumb. I wouldn't even care about him a little bit if HE hadn't approached ME first. So I feel less pathetic thinking about it that way.
In other news.
As is probably common knowledge, I went to a party and got my drank on last... Friday, was it? No matter. The interesting part was I called my parents beforehand, just to say that I would not be coming home. The conversation went as follows:
"So what are you guys doing tonight?"
"Oh, um, I don--"
"Your mom thinks you're going to a party."
"Um, I, uh..."
"Be safe."
WHY DO MY PARENTS WANT ME TO PARTY. They want me to wear "normal" clothes and all this crap. I don't get it. I think they just want me to fit in. Apparently in the class sociology, parents have a need for their kids to have that "insider" status. And I completely get that. That idea of intimacy with peers, of being "in," not alone, all that. That's why inside jokes are so important, why humor connects people the way it does.
I mean, it's not like my parents are forcing me out to parties, but I can tell they've always been sort of worried about me. I'm weird and have odd habits and have had a nonexistent social life, until recently. And they're just encouraging this new "path" or whatever you want to call it.
Whatever I'm tired just some musings before I go to sleep.
QT dranks: 8
jamming to: jay-z and taylor swift
hahaha suck my dick.
there are butterflies in my stomach every time my phone lights up.
I feel way more comfortable posting the intimacies of my life on my blog. No one reads it, and if they do, well, I have nothing to be afraid of.
And, I mean, for the really personal things, I have my angst tumblr. ;)
idk. Boys are dumb. I wouldn't even care about him a little bit if HE hadn't approached ME first. So I feel less pathetic thinking about it that way.
In other news.
As is probably common knowledge, I went to a party and got my drank on last... Friday, was it? No matter. The interesting part was I called my parents beforehand, just to say that I would not be coming home. The conversation went as follows:
"So what are you guys doing tonight?"
"Oh, um, I don--"
"Your mom thinks you're going to a party."
"Um, I, uh..."
"Be safe."
WHY DO MY PARENTS WANT ME TO PARTY. They want me to wear "normal" clothes and all this crap. I don't get it. I think they just want me to fit in. Apparently in the class sociology, parents have a need for their kids to have that "insider" status. And I completely get that. That idea of intimacy with peers, of being "in," not alone, all that. That's why inside jokes are so important, why humor connects people the way it does.
I mean, it's not like my parents are forcing me out to parties, but I can tell they've always been sort of worried about me. I'm weird and have odd habits and have had a nonexistent social life, until recently. And they're just encouraging this new "path" or whatever you want to call it.
Whatever I'm tired just some musings before I go to sleep.
QT dranks: 8
jamming to: jay-z and taylor swift
they probably start to figure you are going to do what you want anyway so they'd rather just not question it. you're also at the time in your life as i was when my parents started really trusting me and letting me do a lot more.