So everything was unremarkable until I noticed my car was leaking oil. Then, my day turned slightly remarkable. You know you had a boring day when the most exciting thing that happens during it was watching a pool of a sticky, black substance form under your car - your symbol of independence. And once I realized that my symbol of independence was soon to be in someone else's hands for a day or two, my day became rather...(un)remarkable. Seriously. I'm stuck at home for a couple of days. The horror. Nonetheless, I complained to Boy for roughly 30 minutes on and off about it, full of disappointment.
I have a talent that many other girls share - I can blow up things. Figuratively. Although I probably could literally as well. Back to the main point, I can make a big deal out of a situation. So, of course I did that with the car ordeal. I also do the same when my mom yells at me, a bird poops on my car, and when I make funny noises. It's either my attention whore side or unamused side acting up (probably both). I like to believe that I am just constantly bored and I want to entertain myself, which typically comes with making others want to cut my head off.
After that lovely self analyzation, my weekend was great. I went out to a fancy dinner with Boy and had a girl night with Friend H. I suppose I need a new identification system. I'll think about it.
This was a pretty drab and dull journal entry. I feel as if I pulled this out of my ass...Which I did. Figuratively. That's gross.
OH. I am writing a story in my journalism class with a partner. Well, I hope I am. I do like to write even if it is a bit stiff at times! (That was a non sequitur). I remember reading once not to use exclamation points while writing. Well screw it~~~~!!!!!!!!!!?!!??~!?~!?111 Ahhh.
I hope you have a lovely day or ten...depending when I update next.