I Want A Kitty Cat...

It's been two years since my life became a fucked up little curve that no one knows how to plot on an x vs. y graph. Full of ups and downs, debating where my loyalty was, how I was never going to be that perfect little girl...I had more ups and downs than where I am now.

Acdec was great fun. We ended up placing in Essay twice, which was surprising as hell. We weren't last! and technically, I scored more than anybody on the team for Super Quiz relay (3.5 average where people got 3 ish). It was amazing. But unless everyone else epic sucked, we aren't going to State.

Umm, visited MoMo last night, pet a kitty (was super excited), smoked hookah for the first time, went to Trails for the first time, Princess went on about how he was saving his virginity for the perfect moment and thinks his first time is going to last half an hour. Try 1/60 of that! And then after going to Trails and having the two college girls working there half-flirt with him (which he totally didn't catch, loser), decided that college girls are hot and that he wanted to have sex with college girls. Okay. Sure. Didn't you just tell me I was an immoral whore for having sex when I do?

We do things socially. I only do "bad" things when everyone else is and I don't tend to get addicted to them. I don't find excuses to go smoke socially or to do whatever socially. In fact, if I know they plan on it, I may or may not even consider it. I understand that people who are under stressful situations or have no other outlet will turn to smoking, but there are some people who go under the pretense of smoking socially and then get addicted (which, they are addicted when they smoke when no one is around to smoke with them) and can't tell. Why? In fact, they tend to have the best lives, no problems at all, and still, they smoke because their friends are going through deep and horrible stuff. What? You know what, when I pick up hardcore smoking, Princess can too. Not until then.