Why do I always attract the wrong people? I was at Wa-Wa earlier and there was this one guy that kept looking at me. I thought to myself, "Uh is there something on my face?"
But no.
Instead, he whistled at me while I was looking for something to buy with the credit card my mom lent me.
Or perhaps it's just that aberrant people are out that time of night - hanging around Main Street's Wa-Wa. I mean, people aren't looking at me freakishly during 4pm when I'm there with friends before our orchestra concerts. (Or maybe I'm just not paying attention properly.)
But honestly, that's just gross.
End of story.
I was going to go on a rant on how most of the guys that usually "like" me are guys who are usually dumb, desperate, and mostly stupid. I might later, but I really don't how to start it off.
Anyways, I really have to start writing that press release and the article about the lady I interviewed with Trich. My mom came into the room about five minutes ago demanding if both of the pieces were done yet. It's funny because I just got back from her salon, doing nothing. I'm still wondering why I even went. I practically wasted five hours of my life.
Oh and just now, she screamed that my music was too loud. Yeah, and your chewing is not?
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I got my aunt's cell phone today. Too bad she forgot to include the recharger. I'm hoping to get a plan before I leave for Virginia. Mom says that she'll most likely add a plan when the iPhone comes out since she's ditching that dingy, oddly shaped at&t phone she had for four years. (Or better yet, the phone the American Idols from 2003 snagged for free along side with recording contracts.)
Hopefully she'll know how to work the iPhone. She didn't even know how to put songs on her then owned iPod. With much frustration, she handed the her pink iPod to me.
And looked how that worked out?
But no.
Instead, he whistled at me while I was looking for something to buy with the credit card my mom lent me.
Or perhaps it's just that aberrant people are out that time of night - hanging around Main Street's Wa-Wa. I mean, people aren't looking at me freakishly during 4pm when I'm there with friends before our orchestra concerts. (Or maybe I'm just not paying attention properly.)
But honestly, that's just gross.
End of story.
I was going to go on a rant on how most of the guys that usually "like" me are guys who are usually dumb, desperate, and mostly stupid. I might later, but I really don't how to start it off.
Anyways, I really have to start writing that press release and the article about the lady I interviewed with Trich. My mom came into the room about five minutes ago demanding if both of the pieces were done yet. It's funny because I just got back from her salon, doing nothing. I'm still wondering why I even went. I practically wasted five hours of my life.
Oh and just now, she screamed that my music was too loud. Yeah, and your chewing is not?
I got my aunt's cell phone today. Too bad she forgot to include the recharger. I'm hoping to get a plan before I leave for Virginia. Mom says that she'll most likely add a plan when the iPhone comes out since she's ditching that dingy, oddly shaped at&t phone she had for four years. (Or better yet, the phone the American Idols from 2003 snagged for free along side with recording contracts.)
Hopefully she'll know how to work the iPhone. She didn't even know how to put songs on her then owned iPod. With much frustration, she handed the her pink iPod to me.
And looked how that worked out?