megan_operate

John is heading back to Afghanistan.
Again. Again.

No longer Oh Dubious One. We're good right away. Just like we were. The party was fantastic, starting off with a beer, then moving on to a Bacardi and Red Bull, then 2 "shots" of Bacardi and Coke because we were playing "beer" pong with Bacardi. I would've had more if I hadn't nailed the other team during pong. :))) I still have His shirt in my purse and it smells great, just like him. I told him I'm ransoming the shirt for $100,000. I'm retarded and totally in lust.

Havn't talked to Oh Dubious One today. I call him this because I ended the converaton sounding like an idiot. Which I am. But only because he didn't ever respond back. I'm an idiot for bringing up his girlfriend. Ohh, the idiocracy. I'm getting over it pretty quickly though so that's a good sign.
I'm going to a party tomorrow night at Austin's house. First party in this neighborhood and probably the last for the summer. I doubt that I'll be drinking because I have to come home at 9. Fuck that. I hate my mom sometimes. But whatever, I get about 4 hours there to chill and hopefully dance if he invited all the right people and puts on the right music.

I feel like I took the plunge into hell and closed my eyes. I knew it was bad but I couldn't see the obvious outcome. When do i get to be the happy one? I need to get out of this city.

Since I'm clearing out a lot of things from my room, my bookcase is falling apart, and I want to get rid of my bed frame, I've been looking for decent bookcases to use as the head of my bed so I can still put my CD player there and stuff. I can't wair for the clutter to be all gone from my room. But now I'm off to finish clearing out my closet.