Rewind

I am procrastinating like it's my job. I am so incredibly frustrated and I wish that I could travel back in time so that I could have another night with Technicolor Boy, instead of only the company of my AP Euro project. UGH. But I've gotten ice cream and cigarettes, so I feel like I shouldn't be complaining.

This has been my weekend, but instead of the usual update post, I'm going to start with right now,then go in reverse, like a movie on rewind. Leggo!

-Angrily eat ice cream after returning from brief gasoline run. Get on interwebs to avoid further productivity.
-Become ridiculously frustrated with trig take-home test, leave Ukrainian household in order to maintain sanity.
-Continue to do trig with drunk Ukrainians.
-Sketchy escapade in search of cigarettes with Lionboy.
-Go to Philly's extremely Ukrainian household to do trigonometry test, seek help from her brother (who is drunk as shit and still better at math than the both of us) Get bored and call Lionboy.
-Paint nails lovely shade of lilac while watching Mob Wives. I adore fighting with Staten Island accents.
-Drive home while jamming to classic rock radio station. I love me some Rolling Stones and some Lynyrd Skynyrd; don't judge me.
-Leave Technicolor Boy's house after a day of watching Justice League spinoff cartoons and waffles.
-Wake up to yet another fucked-up nightmare. I don't know what the deal is with my brain lately. Get comforted by a very confused and sleepy Technicolor Boy, who, despite being annoyed at having been woken up early, still manages to provide me with an overt sense of security and warm-fuzzy-yum feelings. Proceed to fall asleep in his arms and then re-awaken at noon.
-Fall asleep to the heartbeat that has become one of my favorite sounds in the world (God, I'm so fucking sappy) after gratuitous sex. Glorious, glorious, gratuitous sex.
-Observe with hidden joy the look on Technicolor Boy's face at the sight of the new lingerée. Boom, roasted.
-Watch Game of Thrones episode despite not knowing what the Hell is going on. Seems like a show I might have to actually start watching. As the roommates gradually disperse to their respective bedrooms, grin slyly at Technicolor Boy.
-Arrive at the house after a lovely drive. Play Marvel Ultimate alliance with Technicolor Boy and his roommates. Wreck digital shit like pro.
-Change outfit and put on make up in the interest of not looking like a dead person. Embark on journey to the abode of Technicolor Boy.
-Return home. Commence the ceremonial untagging of all new belongings.
-Go shopping at the huge mall off of Highway 36.  Use two gift cards. Purchase adorable tulip shorts, clubbing dress, and new lingerée for funsies.
-Meet up with fellow blonde friend, proceed to rock out to "Call Me Maybe" like absolute idiots while speeding down the highway. We are teenaged girls, after all.
-Wake up, shower, decide that today is a good day to get out of the house and go on an adventure instead of sitting around watching shitty foreign films, like I had previously planned to do.

So yeah, that was basically how everything went down. Now I have to finish this damn Euro project before I can sleep. Again I say, ugh. I am very ready for school to not be part of my life for a few months.

Julia