So last night I went to a dance. You know. One of those dances where the flashing lights and lasers always penetrating your eyes makes you want to crawl on the floor and have a seizure. Yeah. THAT kind. It was pretty cool. The best part about these horribly lit dances is that you can look like an idiot and do what ever you want and no one can see you to make fun of you(sprinkler it up baby!)! That's not why they dim the lights down... but HEY that's how I used them.
I had way to much on my mind last night. You know that feeling you get when you leave some place (or never talk to someone again) and you still have some loose strings to tie? I feel like that. It's disheartening. Very disheartening. For the first time in a long time I was quiet and socially awkward... I need to write in my journal more. BAHAH!
I bowled a 62 last night before the dance.... YEP. I am that good. Many of you would be pleased to hear that I used my nickname "mama" as my name while I was bowling... to bad it made me LOSE! haha just kidding. My lack of good bowling skills made me lose. Fortunately, this bowling alley is close to home and costs less than a movie so in no time... I will be a pro! Step aside sucker (sucker should be said like a white girl trying to hard to sound like a black boy [yes... I DID just say black boy]{HA HA HA HA})!!
The search is on for a job... I was kinda an idiot thinking I could get a job over memorial day weekend... I am special. I called this one place to schedule an interview and, of course, they were closed. How is a broke pre-college student supposed to support herself and pay for gas without a job! AH! The stresses of money are hitting me already! SHOOT! Look at me all growing up...
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