Apparantly, “What the Hell!?!” means “What the Hell does “What the Hell!?!” mean?” Cuz I don’t remember. Who knows if it was real. I was kinda outta it this morning. I sent a friend who just moved a three-message long text that can, basically, be summed up like this:
- Sorry I made out with your girlfriend in a dream I had two nights ago.
- Thank you for getting my stuff back from those douche bags that stole it from my car… in the dream I had last night.
- Sorrry we didn’t hang out more in the summer.
- (And this came about three hours after the previous three) And sorry I was friggin’ crazy earlier.
Here is a summed up (though not really much shorter) version of his responses:
- You have good taste. Keep it in dreamland.
- You’re welcome.
- We got the future, man.
- No problem, I was rolling on the floor laughing.
Awesomeness. I like my friends and junk.
if you tell the truth when people ask if you’re okay, raise your hand. i noticed today in spanish there are several kids who look like they’re on the brink of losing it, i know this feeling because i’ve been there, and when señora asked them how they were feeling, they said “bien” just like the rest of the robots. I know for a fact i’ve done this too many times to count, but it drives me nuts that they can’t reach out for help. this year at school feels so different. i used to know almost every person walking through the halls, now i’m lucky if i get to say hi to one person in between classes. it’s pathetic. this year isn’t really a good time for me to not have people around.
yeah, that's me, essentially standing on the edge of a cliff. one of my favorite pictures.
please comment, if anyone reads this besides my fellow bloggers, who are also welcome to comment… and tell me what i should rant about next.
This is a quick one. I actually don’t hate rain, but it’s just because I work today. And, unlike when it storms, my bosses don’t care about the rain and give me things to do. But there are absolutely, one-hundred percent, undeniably no friggin’ customers in the store when it rains. Sooo I don’t get to help people like I like doing (actually, love doing. I absolutely love retail.) And that sucks.
Also, a preview for tomorrow’s post (or maybe tonight’s, I dunno, I’m just a baby!): What The Hell!?! Figure that one out, baby birds. And don’t worry, I shall feed you soon, my hatchlings. I shall feed you soon.