Freak-a-leak

I am not sure what that word is. Aparentally, it is too ghetto for me.

So, my night, in action: I got picked up by Devs, yeah, we bought Dan's birthday gift from me (a flashlight) and went to Rory's house to deliver it. Then we sat around for a bit and tried to decide what to do. Then Dan and Rory decided they wanted to attend the football game like all those other conformists. Only I am a spoilsport, and I so didn't want to go. So Megan and I were like, "riiight" and we went to Malley's. There we sat in the parking lot, and she called Rob's house. His parents told her he was at work ,and she asked if we could go out there. I said fine, as long as I didn't have to see them.

So she dropped me off at Old Navy and went to Target to visit Rob (really, I just didn't feel the need to see Steve) But I got bored there, and wandered around the whole strip, and finally went to Panera, and she called me, and told me to come and we'd hang out with them for the evening. I was like, um, that's okay. So I called Spi and begged her (only she was very nice and compliant and I love her dearly) to come save me. Megan came to my humble Panera abode and we had a lil chit chat, until Spi came, and then we talked until 9ish, when Megan went back to Target with rob and Steve or whomever, and I went off with Spi. We went to her house and consumed the brownies she baked and the most SPLENDID brita water. I love that filter.

And no, in case you are all wondering, I am not resentful of Megan at all. I knew she really wanted to hang out with Rob, and she never sees him, and she can see me anytime, and she was properly remorseful of it, so I just didn't care. I just didn't feel like putting myself in that position. I mean, come on. Steve hates me with a ferverent passion. (though, might I just point out I never did a thing to him?) and Rob is too busy with Megan, so there's no way I'm going to third wheel myself.

So basically, today was a disappointment. I got yelled at for eating habits, failed two tests, and voluntarily got ditched (does that make sence?) by a friend. And tomorrow I'm bloody working.

And, just to keep the record straight, I hate my parents.

Surely I must hope that tomorrow is better.

Drink up mi hearties ;-)