Once again I find myself in a situation where I question whether a boy actually likes me, or if he actually likes me only when he’s slightly inebriated/possibly drunk. And I totally hate it. Why do girls constantly over-analyze every little thing that a boy says or does and drive themselves mad trying to figure out what it all means?! Why can’t we just let things be what they are? Why do we always want or expect more? Why do boys have to be so goddamn difficult? Ugh. I wish I had never gotten myself into this situation, as I can’t stop thinking about it now.
I hate my brain. STOP THINKING, ALREADY. Plzandthnx.
Christmas is quickly approaching, so I took today and tomorrow off of work to go shopping. I like to get it all done at once, because if there’s two things that I really despise it’s shopping and people. And I especially hate shopping at Christmastime with a bunch of idiotic people. Hence the pissy-ness of this post. I’ve only got a couple more things to buy tomorrow, and then I’m spent. Literally and figuratively, at that.
I, unfortunately, haven’t a clue what I want for Christmas, which frustrates my Dad and my gran to no end. They’ve been asking for some ideas for awhile now, but I can’t think of anything… as everytime I want something, I just go and buy it. Today’s shopping excursion actually resulted in two new books for myself, along with a new sweater. Perhaps I should stop buying myself presents so close to Christmas.
