So the other day (yesterday), I get home from work and Keng and Katelyn are chillin on their laptops in the kitchen and they get a text saying that Amberli is coming home to go to FHE soon. So we are like, it'd be so funny if we hid, so when she came home she looked for us. But how would she know we were missing? So we made the apartment look as if someone had broken in and kidnapped us, and we completely trashed the apartment. To complete the pseudo crime scene, the jerkfaces "accidentally" (note: I think it was really on purpose), spilled my freshly opened Coke all over the counter and floor. Oh and then we hid in the closet.
One hour passed and our roommates came home, noticed their was a mess, cleaned up the mess, didn't care to look for our rotting corpses, did math homework, and still we hid in the closet. The three of us. In a space no larger than a bread-box. Okay, but really more like a 3.75' by 2.25' space on the closet floor. Which was surprisingly ill-ventilated and I neglected to eat before so my stomach cried a lot.
After about 45 minutes, we banged on the walls and doors and still no one noticed, and yet they were home and apparently thought that the loud thuds on the walls were normal. So moral of the story, if you have been kidnapped and taped up in a closet, no one cares. :)
I have recently come across an artist that I knew existed, but not like I know them now. Flyleaf. The most amazing chick ever. She screams. Like screamo music. A girl. And she is disgustingly talented at that, and she can sing normal amazingly as well. It's sick.
I went and saw a movie called "Easy A" tonight with Ashley, Kourtney, Sarah, Chelsea, and a girl who we will call Beatrice (because it's irrelevant to the moral). And it was freaking amazing. It is about this girl in HS who fakes losing her virginity to some guy in a story to her best friend, and word gets around and suddenly she is fake sexing all these guys throughout the high school for bribes. And a bunch of other stuff goes on, but what I got out of it was that it doesn't matter who you are, because well people are gonna think whatever they hear anyway, so who gives a bleep what everyone else thinks. If you are happy, if you are doing what you want, then why do you care if Stacey (fictitious) from chemistry (fictitious as well. Not the subject in general, but I am just not in a class currently), thinks that you are a tramp. I think that is just where I am in life though, because that is what I always get out of movies. That and never trust a lawn-gnome (also fictitious).
Right now life is really just amazing. It is incredible what liberating yourself from pressures of living someone else's expectations can do for a being (human or animal, ha jk.)
Oh and I burned myself with my hair straightener wicked bad last night. Because I was doing my hair at night and not waked enough to concentrate. Because I had just shampooed my hair and I wanted to style it. Because I had just put a purple streak in my hair. Actually I didn't, it was Katelyn. And the straightener was falling and I thought to myself "OMG, nothing will be worse than it falling to the ground and me having to pick up the cool side with my hand to prevent me from burning myself." and it turns out that logic was largely false. Burning your hand trying to catch the straightener was far worse. :) The skin where the blister was is mostly gone now. I'll post pics. :) Oh and of my hair as well. Peace out.
Live life liberated: Do what you desire to do, be who you desire to be, and stop being a pansy. :)
THE END.
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