Woo, what a lousy Saturday night. It started out so promising, too. I was already in my sweats, all warm and cozy on my couch, trying to figure out how to not study and still respect myself in the morning. Then my friend calls and proposes that we go out. My books were thankfully, thankfully, abandoned, and I hopped on a bus (or two) to meet up with her. Then she tells me she can't stay out late (o, Filipino parents), and I was just whut? But I put on makeup for you. And I'm wearing my new coat (the one I had no right buying), don't you think we should take my coat out for a night of debauchery, and it's a Saturday night, you dweeb (I love you). Then we parted ways after the consumption of sinful amounts of ice cream and nutella, and I trooped off downtown with my cellphone in hand, thinking I could maybe hook up with any number of people. But, what. The only ones who expressed affirmative sentiments were individuals I didn't really feel like hanging out with on a one-on-one setting, see, because I'm retarded like that. And, ya, so I blew off the nice-sounding lecherous Saturday-night plans my friends threw at me a couple of days ago, because I was really supposed to devote tonight to studying. Like crack open my skull on the altar of Sociology and immigration studies and just bleed all over the place. Like crack. And when I called them up, they were all the way in freaking Surrey, and, woo, no thanks. (What happened to Caprice??)
So I got home, and it was barely 11 pm (it was barely 10:30 pm, dammit).
I'm so ditzy. It's like what little brains I had went to my wallet, and all I've been doing is spend, spend, spending.
I was supposed to study all day, too. There was a plan. A plan! All afternoon in Starbucks/Blenz with my books. Our books. But you needed new shirts. And you made me all jealous, flashing your plastic three ways from Sunday (what does that even mean?) while my wallet stayed closed like the legs of an atrophied nun. Dammit.
Woo, can't wait for Tuesday! Four days with ERIKA LEUNG! Hot!!! Ahaha. Hello, debauchery. I'm so excited. And summer! Alessandro, Flavio, Giacomo here we come! ANGELA, you have to get one, too. Then we can tell our grandkids about that crazy night we spent in Giuseppe's tattoo parlor.
Ok, I'm going to go stare at the covers of my books now.
So I got home, and it was barely 11 pm (it was barely 10:30 pm, dammit).
I'm so ditzy. It's like what little brains I had went to my wallet, and all I've been doing is spend, spend, spending.
I was supposed to study all day, too. There was a plan. A plan! All afternoon in Starbucks/Blenz with my books. Our books. But you needed new shirts. And you made me all jealous, flashing your plastic three ways from Sunday (what does that even mean?) while my wallet stayed closed like the legs of an atrophied nun. Dammit.
Woo, can't wait for Tuesday! Four days with ERIKA LEUNG! Hot!!! Ahaha. Hello, debauchery. I'm so excited. And summer! Alessandro, Flavio, Giacomo here we come! ANGELA, you have to get one, too. Then we can tell our grandkids about that crazy night we spent in Giuseppe's tattoo parlor.
Ok, I'm going to go stare at the covers of my books now.
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