Studying

Click on the title to listen to Shelby and me goofing off last night. We had alot fun!












(Actually, you might think its boring but we had a blast. So just shove it! Haha!)

Not only do we break all ten commandments, we smoke pot behind Walgreens every Friday night

Shelby came over yesterday. I hadn't seen her for about a week but it seemed more equivalent to ETERNITY. Shelby makes life so much more amusing.

Shelby and I have known eachother since we were knee-high to a cosmetics counter. We are way more comfortable with eachother than any humans should be. We tell eachother things that no human in their right mind would utter to any other living thing with ears. But who ever said we were in our right minds?

So she calls me on her cell phone. "Hey, Dara. I'm on my way to your house. We can chill for awhile. But then, like, I have to, like, go work out. Urrgh." So she came in wearing a black tank top that only showed her bra straps and some glow-in-the-dark, neon green soffe's and showed me her new haircut. Then we went in the kitchen and showed my mom her new haircut. Shelby quickly tried to hide her bra straps after a couple minutes of that trying-to-hide-it-but-not-really look of disapproval from my mother. "Sorry. I'm gonna go work out in a lil bit... So...." We swiftly vacated the premises and retreated to my room.

After talking for a half-hour about her boyfriend, Derek, (who, by the way, is pretty good looking even though I've only seen one picture that isn't very good) we reminisced about the time when my mom wouldn't allow me to go up to Target with Shelby cos she was wearing a shirt that (GASP, SHOCK) showed her bra straps!!! The HORROR! And she said to Shelby that she was dressed very inappropriately and she wouldn't allow her daughter to be seen with her like that. A fucking bra strap, people! I say just show 'em. Its not like she's your mother. If she was, you probably would have killed yourself by now. I don't know why I haven't.

Then somehow we got off talking about seeing our siblings naked. (We talk about the weirdest things. One time we spent a good 20 minutes discussing pooping in public restrooms and why Shelby refuses to do so.) Shelby asked, "Have you ever seen Daniel naked?" "Um, duh. We took BATHES together 'til I was 8! Oh shit. You can't tell anyone that." "I won't. But that's so gross, Dara... I have to go pee. Come with me." Yes, I know. We are way too comfortable.

As she was leaving, she said, "Hey, I'd say bye to your mom but she can't look at me like this. I'm probably breaking one of those ten commandments somewhere in there."

I love that woman.

What kind of blogger are YOU?

You Are a Snarky Blogger!

You've got a razor sharp wit that bloggers are secretly scared of. And that's why they read your posts as often as they can!

What kind of blogger are you?

Aren't I so cool and snarky? Hehe! Notice the anime picture with the cool rubbery black tights and tube-top. Snarky bloggers are sexxxy.

What I Learned This Summer

I feel it necessary to lay out what I have learned from my own and other people's experiences this past season.

People disappoint. Always. No matter what. They will always let you down. To some extent, at least. Its either people are disappointing or I have put way too much faith in them. So then it would be my fault. Which it isn't because I have no say in what other people choose to do with their lives.

Sulky-faced boys will confuse you to no end and eventually disappoint you. Even if they don't mean to. Or maybe that was their very intention. You can never win with said sulky-faced boys. Because sulky-faced boys are quiet and...well, sulky.

Its not my fault if people so desire to ruin their lives no matter how many times you pound into their skull that they are going the wrong way. If they don't want to listen, that is their problem. Not mine. I used to think it was. Life is so much easier now that it isn't.

I had a dream the other night. I dreamed I could control bodies of water and nobody knew it but me. And I discovered that somehow I had caused that big tsunami and all those hurricanes we've been having. So I told someone. And they started screaming, "ITS ALL YOUR FAULT! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?!"
And then I woke up.

But the tsunami isn't my fault.

People are going to do whatever they feel like doing no matter how blue in the face you get trying to tell them not to.


People are stupid.