indy weekend.

i went to indy to get away this weekend. it was alright. could have been better if my friend wasnt getting on my nerves and i wasnt sick. we were getting ready to leave when i noticed my gas door open. you can only open in from the inside. walked around the back of my car, and my plastic window was cut. someone(s) broke into my car. they didnt take anything. they could have but they didnt. they just made a mess of everything in my car. so my insurance doesnt cover it and i have to pay outta pocket. eh, great way to start my week. my car is now ghettofied with duct tape.

i stopped understand guys.

There's this guy I've been kinda messing around with, and just recently we picked that habit back up. He always asks me when I'm going to date him and stuff, well I really didn't know then. I'm still hung up on my ex, sad but true, and I kinda enjoy being single cause I had all these guys that wanted me, well now I don't. And so I told him that I was ready for that relationship with him, and now he's like give me time to think about it. What the fuck? What's there to think about? He wanted me and now he has to think about it. I hate it. I give up understanding guys. Nothing ever seems to be easy anymore.
Now, I'm going to the library to work on my effin' gay religion paper and I think I'm going to either shoot myself or push the troll teacher down. She's so short and annoying! I'll let you know how that goes.