Dear Sir

I'm sorry I tried to smell you, but it's kind of your fault for standing so close.

Yeah, I know I'm a creeper, but where else to admit your creeper-ness than online? Well, yeah, that's not exactly the best place, but I feel an apology was needed, obviously not to Sir's face cause I highly doubt he noticed I was trying to smell his aftershave, just in general, to the universe maybe? I dunno, I've had way too much cola and lays today.

This is what I was supposed to do this weekend: my essay, due thursday, 9 pages

This is what I'm currently doing: watching gossip girl

Highly addicting.

Why wasn't my life that exciting in highschool? Oh I know, cause I had(and still have) an unhealthy obsession with running and being healthy and partying just isn't my thing. I asked my mum a few weeks ago if it was normal for a girl my age to rather go to the LACMA or Getty or the zoo with a few friends than go clubbing all night? Is it normal for a girl my age to spend her twenty-first birthday with her parents instead of taking shots with her friends?

Probably not, but that's who I am. And yeah, I'm boring, I've been told by the drunk people I take care of at the parties I do attend. Yeah I've been told I'm mean for yelling at said drunks when they insist on driving home and I shove them into my car and tell them to can it.

My mom said that it's because I'm maturing, I think it's just because I'm not maturing. Either way I have one more episode of season one to watch then I have to write my essay. I dunno why my blogs have been full of personal angst lately, maybe it's cause I'm mature now.

jk. I'm just ROFL-ing your coppter