| 4-24-03 First things first. Thongs. What in the HELL is the point?? I have this perky friend (not only referring to her boobs) who doesn't think I'm girly enough. Hell, I'm not girly at ALL. It's better than being a horny freak like HER. Anyways. When she found out i wear "grannie panties," she was determined to get me to start wearing thongs. So her knowing my birthday is coming up, decides to go out and buy me a nice little black thong. She figures I won't wear anything that's not black. Anyhoot. She comes up to me the other day and starts digging through her purse for something. It was what I feared. A black, SEE-THROUGH strap of nothing. She hands it to me and I look at it puzzled. How the HELL does one get it on? (That didn't sound right.) I quickly shove it in my backpack before anyone else sees, and i walk away in disgust. I was bored when I got home from school, so I decided to try on the string o' fun. Man, was I confused. I put it on and says out loud, "is that IT?? What in the HELL is the point???" I am not going into extreme detail about how it looked... let's just say it was VERY disturbing and awkward. Thongs defeat the purpose. Good hell. Changing back into my "grannie panties" gave me a better appreciation for real underwear. Last night was orchestra festival. We kicked ass. We got two 1's and a 1- as our ratings, so we're going to state. I was a hyper little bean on the bus. Becca, Andrew, Dave, and I sat at the back of the bus. We had a jolly ol' time. When we got there, I decided to freak Andrew out with my twisting backwards of the thumb. His reaction was twisting his own thumb the same way AND THEN SOME. I was flabbergasted. He then proceeded to twist his other fingers backwards like I always do, which left me hornswiggled. I've never met anyone who can do that other than myself. On the way back from the festival, Andrew and I got in this big um... "bitch fight," I guess. He kicked my ass, as he is bigger than me. Currently listening to: Big Audio Dynamite AND THEN SOME. |