It didn't work well. I started cleaning at three. Then, started drinking at four. It's nearly seven, and I have spent the last two hours dancing/facebook lurking Ben. Not productive. But awesome all the same. Ben, in like January, left PBR up in my fridge. I avoided it, until the heat of the day made me seek refuge in the nasty cheap beery goodness (or whatever you would call PBR) in an attempt to cool down. I just left like a shitton of comments on pictures of him AND random people, and after I post this, I plan on doing it some more. There are currently no sheets on my bed and in packing, I only packed dirty clothes and left no room for clean ones. I do not plan on changing either of these things today, but rather dance more. And facebook more. And generally be counterproductive until I run out of steam.
Also, I am totally unashamed to admit bootydancing to Charles Manson's song "Home is Where You Are Happy." It's a good one. If I could play guitar, I would totally learn how to play it. My brain is moving slower than my eyes. And my lip syncing is turning into singing very quickly, which I apparently can't stop. I can't wait till I'm old enough to get drunk and do karoake. . . it will be awesome. My Gladys Knight impression is da bomb. This is way longer than I meant it to be.
Oh, I get to see Ben tomorrow! I kept forgetting he is done wih school and I basically get to see him for an undertermined amount of time. Probably not very long, but it's cool. It's all fucking cool. This weekend, I'm going home, he'll be there, Kim will be there, Levi and Michael will be there, and it will be great.
I'm pretty sure Snicket is judging me right now. Giving me the shifty eye.
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