hellooooo boston :)
hellooooo boston :)
tonight was wondrous and it was with people i didn’t even know.
can you imagine how good things are going to be when all my actual friends get home?
I FUCKING CAN!
tomorrow, boston with stephen, seeing jenna & joshua radin!
FUCK YEAHHHH
tuesday night, home & see EVERYONE!
wednesday, hopefully visit LHS :D
thursday, turkey day!
friday & saturday, PARTAY
sunday, sadness & drive back to geneva
(via glitter-n-dope)
:):):)
why are you yelling!? this is not a train station!
go to a party that gets broken up by the cops.
WIN.
i hope this was the cast party, because that’s exactly how ours ended.
so we saw steve at mcdonalds tonight, and one of the longmeadow tumblrs (tori or flynn maybe?) goes “steve, you and dmitriy were supposed to see kristen, and she was really sad when you couldnt go” and the other person i was with and i were like “OMG THATS SO CREEPY CAN WE PRETEND THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN KAYTHANKSBYE”
the end.
FLYNN WAS THE CREEP, FOR THE RECORD.
but, i also creeped earlier when i saw your brother, yelled “STEVE, KRISTEN IS HOME GIVE HER THIS FOR ME,” and hugged him. yea…. i hope he gives that to you.
gahhhhh i love you guys. steve didn’t hug me, but he did call and ask if i was home so you guys could come over. i’m really sorry i wasn’t. but i will see all of you on wednesday because i’m coming into school even if i have to walk all the way there.
“Tik Tok” — Kesha
before i leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of jackkk,
cause when i leave for the night, i ain’t comin backkk!
my parents aren’t stupid. they know that i drink, and they know what happens at college.
and they knew even over the summer, i mean, i’m was a senior in high school staying out until 2AM, clearly i wasn’t just sitting around every weekend.
but, i always liked to stay out of trouble and be responsible, or at least not get caught. i would stay out when i knew i was going to be unacceptably drunk and never drove or anything like that.
but, coming home and clearly wanting to go out, i wondered what my restrictions were going to be.
knowing that my mom is more lenient than my dad, i asked her on the car ride home yesterday. she kind of laughed it off and changed the subject, and i forgot about it until my dad brought it up again last night because i guess my mom had asked him about it.
their response, “just for asking and actually caring, there aren’t really any.”
because they know that i’m fairly responsible (as responsible as an underage drinker can be) they’re giving me freedom.
i love having chill parents and knowing exactly how to manipulate that chillness.