so today i went to the dermatoligist.
i was expecting it to be a nice lady with greying hair and glasses, instead i was greeted by a stout man with a greasy comb-over. he was utterly insane...he talked very loudly and close to my face being sure to articulate every word and repeat it over and over, he used a series of incredibly random metaphores. i was biting my cheek so hard tyring not to laugh that it formed a welt. after wards my mother felt to the need to bitch at me due to my little or no tolerance towards other human beings. i cant help it. its not going to ruin someones day if i dont smile at them.
anywho, i then proceaded to alicias house, and then we went to the boulderado and dizzily wandered the halls shouting in our shrill voices. we enjoyed tra lings, and went to loiter in front of casey. we sat there for two hours and concaucted fantasies of seeing white faces in windows, we started stalking to pre pubecent boys but got distraced...
it was quite lovely...
im going to shave my legs now.