Anyway, I was thinking and I'm going to stick to my guns on this one. I can't always be the one diving in head first. So unless something changes, I'm not giving you what you want. I'm not even sure what you want.
I'm allergic to my face...
I'm frustrated. I know why. I'm choosing not to acknowledge how I feel though. Because really, I had no idea i even felt like this. It happened very suddenly and i kind of want to punch myself in the face because of it. Oh how I like to complicate things that could be so simple.
I want to live in a warmer climate. FO SHO. Immediately.
So really the last thing i want to say is this. I want to inform girls that apparently there are two types of us according to a friend of mine: Either we are nice and kind of pretty or we are hot. The average girls will go on to marry while the hot girls will only get used and have sex. My friend was implying that I will only get used in life. Great right? But I was thinking about the kind of guys I date. I like what's considered "the bad boy". Or the socially off kind of guys. And I realized that it's not that I don't want to date a nice guy, it's that they don't want me. They want the girls that have issues. I've known several guys this way. they say she's "interesting" but I know what they really mean..." She has tons of personal problems and I'd like to try and fix her while I get in her pants." That's ok. I'll just go on having great sex and disposing of these bad, socially off men.
I need to stop staring...unless you stare back, Haley
Crush Boy: Not allowed.
Like Boy: Being a SUPER QUEEN. He likes me also but he's retarded.
Out of the Picture Boy: I wouldn't mind if he came in the picture...once he makes his gf an ex-gf....lol.
Blacklight Highlighter party this weekend! Super excited. I'm wearing Boxie Shorts, tube socks, and a white tee(duh...) Should be an interesting partayyyy...all three boys will be there. And My best friends minus Fagleen and Kenny. I wish you two could be here!
I'm getting kicked out in January...I think I'm going to rent a house. Fuck apartments. lol
Feeling like P Diddy, Haley
I needed a hair cut. Since I've started growing my hair, I've been terrified of people cutting it. Plus, I've been going to the same two stylists (one in Indiana and one in Florida) for years. Since I clearly cannot get my hair cut in Florida anymore, I wanted to go to my lady here. Not possible. Apparently, she wasn't getting enough business and her salon closed. She was amazing too! So I had to go to...a Hair Cuttery. I've never had a good hair cut from anyone there. (Miss Breanda doesn't count.) The lady did my hair...it was ok. Ehh. I got home and decided I hated my bangs because she sucks. So I went back embarrassed and had her redo them. They look a little better but I'm not going back. Ever. Despite it being the cheapest hair cut I've ever had. It was only $13 plus an undeserved tip. I'd rather pay my usual $60+ for a great hair cut. Call me stuck up. I don't care. I like quality.
I got a car! I got a car! WOOT. FREEDOMMMMMM!
And I have made friends and they are very neatttt. We party.
MY 21 BIRTHDAY IS IN 2 WEEKS!!! HOLY GOATS! AHHH! :)))
Lastly, I hate when people use baby talk. You know who you are. It's annoying. Stop.
You better think!, Haley