Coach Isn’t So Bad If You Sleep.

Uhhhh. Why am I writing? I have better things to do! I haven’t even caught up with people yet. Well, I caught up on Poptart and Hairbrush. But, that’s it for now. I have laundry to do. I’m sending pictures to Poptart. I should be getting shit together for college.

Clarifications about the previous entry without looking at it:

• I was wearing a leopard print g-string. I’m still wearing it. Well, I took it off when I went to bed. This happens to be the first skimpy undies I ever got.
• Our tour guide for U of M had boobies. Not huge. Not small. Just right for her frame. She was cute. Hmm. I’m so glad I’m single, or I’d get smacked for girl-watching.
• Poptart has boobies. Really nice boobies. Out of desperation for social contact, and because if it’s really good timing, I called her Monday. We really hit it off. I then called her Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings. *nods* I hope I don’t get yelled at for racking up a long-distance phone bill. I so need a calling card. I can get a 575 minute card for 20 bucks. *nods*
• I looked for a mic in the mall. No success. I’ll buy one tomorrow, along with a phone with answering machine. And some poptarts. You know, rations. Gotta eat something in the dorm.
• There was this girl in Hot Topic with really nice.. Uhh. You know…
• My right shoulder still aches. Sleeping in the dorm is going to be sooo nice after what I’ve been sleeping on for the last week.
• My dad got upgraded to first class and made a big stink about how I was still in coach. I really didn’t care. He needs to relax.
• I really do intend to keep this name until the end of the year.

Um. Boobies rule.