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Erm, hai. As I usually write stuff on Fridays, I shall write from my perspective of yesterday, at this time.

I am supposed to be at a party, but my ride ditched me. Well, sort of (she'll come at 6:45 instead of 6. Humph.)
It's Lauren's birthday party, but Lauren's not even coming. Why did I go get her a present again? :P It cost $20, too. Which is expensive for this girl. On the other hand, I also got cool nail stuff so my nails won't look all chewy soon. Hopefully.

It's summer; finals are over, they went well. Ish. Anyway, it doesn't feel like summer. Maybe it's that I haven't gone to the pool much yet, or haven't been at any parties, or haven't gone on a road trip, or done anything else that defines summer. It seems this whole year has gone by super fast, though. I can't believe there's only 3 of these left until freedom/responsibility (I can't decide whether I'm terrified of leaving home or super-mega-excited to be able to make my own rules).

My flip-flops are dead, and as I don't feel like wearing flats/sandals, I shall walk around barefoot. I'm waiting for my mom to come back from England so she'll sponsor the new flip-flops. Although I'm not sure I can hold out much longer - my grandma is driving me insane. Also, I am not a slut. People do wear short shorts with a tank top in public, no? Argh.

I don't really have very much to say. I'm sort of curious about what will happen next year. The two possibilities are polar opposites, actually: I'll either become a druggie or a complete goodie-two-shoes/overachiever. I don't even know which I'd prefer, either. It just seems like doing drugs will be less stressful, but I don't want to make life difficult for myself later. xP Meh.

I don't feel like doing songs of the week anymore, by the way.
My answer to last week's question is 'yes', obviously.
Question of the week is What's the most amount of sand you've ever had in your swimsuit? Maybe thinking about summer will make it seem more like. xP