I spent time putting in the tags for this entry haha. Well Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! = ABBA's song about a Man After Midnight (insert giggles if you want), it's also covered by the group A*Teens.

So I'm listening to it.

And you're reading about my listening to it.

School begins in less than two weeks for me, scary. I'm going to be home alone for sure at a certain point within the next two months for several days and am trying to plan getting drunk at home (alone). LMAO is that bad? I think not, what with university arriving and my needing some experience in case alcohol heads my way!

I was thinking about it last night as I tried valiantly to drift into sleep (a lost cause though) and was imagining inviting over the one person at school who I'm out to, and telling another girl in a few days and then inviting her on that day to get drunk too, or just watch movies at home or play board games. I know I sound so mature.

I don't really WANT to get drunk but better now than never. Wow I'm yawning, I bet it wears off within an hour of my planned bedtime.

Sometimes it seems like I will forever be caught in-between seriousness and sarcasm. I can be incredibly serious and intelligent-sounding or I can be sarcastic about everything around me, bar none. They can both make me happy but with the working world and university and 'keeping friends' it seems like being forever funny isn't the best route. I do fine in the grades/mark department but my making people laugh on a daily basis without making a fool of myself has somehow not drawn in offers of summertime activities as I would have hoped.

Ok, I'm to blame too for not asking them around in the schoolyear or even getting many phone numbers but it does bother me to see some Facebook parties/events/impromptu movie attendings that lump together the swaths of friendlies I'd believe I have and be unnoticed despite being talked to only hours prior. *Cry*

Oh well, Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! a gay boy that looks good, sticks with me, gets me, can joke, has a brain and will go around to places with me. Too good to be true? Imagine all the negatives that could apply within those parameters. Ok, sticking with me for ages isn't necessary but I would love a real real real best friend for 2 months at least.

Life could be so much worse but here I am complaining about not having a close buddy, silly me. I blame my parents - 'it's not always good to invite people over'. Tie that with being home alone or with my brother or moving or in some abstract locale and inviting someone over isn't as probable. I like making excuses sometimes. Well it's not comforting me now, so your comment should.

I'm pretty amazed that I'm developing sincere musculature and happy with my appearance, I've always been thin (yay genetics) and lurve my face 90% of the time but I've never stepped foot in a gym except in my imagination. I'd be too embarrassed of how non-fit I am, my legs aren't like fowl (chicken, turkey, DUH people - see, if you got that then you're great, if you didn't then you don't make the cut for my temp. best friend) but they are at this point the only dissapointment for me. And running around without shorts looks SOOOO stupid, and somehow my house always has someone else in it when I could just run around in here so that's out. I always think I'll just go to the gym in university and get a personal trainer. Hmm.

Hugs and kisses. Go listen to Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! it's pretty good (If you like Madonna you'll recognize the start part!).