Who are all these people anyways? What am I even trying to achieve?
So I’m going to tennis camp next week and it’s like an overnight camp so my mom went out and bought me tennis outfits and a skirt!
Aw she’s so cute.
Well I got a really shitty score on my AP test. Whatever though I’m not going to cry about it or anything. I always kind of knew I was an idiot anyways.
The part where Harry aborted that Voldemort fetus, I couldn’t help but think, “That fetus could have been the next Martin Luther King Jr, but now we’ll never know, because it is dead now.”
Also, has Hermione just like been wearing that same jacket since Prisoner of Azkaban?
Officially bought one ticket to see Harry Potter alone at 1:50 tomorrow after work.
Maybe I can convince the cute guy I work with to come with me?
In other news, today a little girl took advantage of my kindness at work.
Also, a close friend of mine walked right past me and didn’t even notice, and then nearly did it a second time.
What is wrong with me.
I asked my mom if I could go to the midnight premiere of Harry Potter by myself. She said she didn’t want me out driving alone that late, so I suggested I go during the day. She then puts forth the idea of me going with her friend’s son, which is perfectly fine. He is cute, british, and nice. However, he also has a really nice and pretty girlfriend who he is currently fighting with.
I don’t even think Harry Potter can force me to bum a ride off of a couple who are fighting.
Third wheel all the way.
Nevertheless, I probably will bum a ride off of him so I can see Harry Potter by myself in a corner where I can properly cry without being seen. Which is not a being alone thing or anything, I just cry sometimes at things and stuff.
I don’t know. It’s too long of a story to properly convey.
I regret giving up the saxophone.
I also regret losing passion for playing music.
You know what was funny? How much drama happened in 8th grade band, in the four person saxophone section.
Oh god, so funny.
Today I was trying to cash my paycheck at the bank, and it was my first so I was really nervous and I clicked the button to call the teller and a little video of him popped up and I was like, “I’d like to check a cash please!”
He laughed at me and then told me he couldn’t take my check because it wasn’t the right bank.
That would’ve been cute if I hadn’t looked gross and/or if I were cute.
It’s nice to come home to a loving Jamie after a hard day’s work.
And by home, I mean his.
I just got in an argument with my mom and she locked herself in her room…
So…uh….how do I ask her for her credit card now?
So Redbox now lets you rent games.
I s’pose I’ll rent one today and kill a little boredom.
Finally got around to watching Batman Returns, after I bought it used like a month ago.
It was good, I liked it. Also, to my pleasant surprise, it looked brand new.
As a child, that had always been my favorite Batman movie, and revisiting it now really makes me wish I had gotten to know Selena Kyle more than the image the movie portrayed her to be.
She was actually a prostitute wasn’t she?
Anyways, I am really going to try to go back to a certain used bookstore today and maybe buy the X-Men Essentials comic book I couldn’t afford last time.
I just got my paycheck, AND I just remembered I have 30 dollars in credit.
But first, I must continue to condition for camp next week so I don’t underwhelm everyone with how out of shape and unfit I am.
Years from now when I think about my high school years and how much fun I had with all my friends, I am going to look back and think, “wow, I really spent a lot of time alone.”
I wish I was a strong empowered woman that had something to say.
If I was, then I could write a post on the website Zooey Deschanel co-created, and then she would reblog it out of appreciation for it.
Sadly, I am not strong, empowered, and I don’t have anything to say.
I am just a girl.