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in french, that woudl sound like SHAM-PWON
to some extent.
First off, I had a horrible weekend.
Friday, I danced my ass off because I had the day off from school and work and then I go to take a shower and forget my towel. Thinking I was home alone, I just think "Fuck it!" and I go to grab one. Of course, there's boyfriend, home from work early and playing the new halo in his boxers. he sterotypical guy picture, right? So I waltz over, or rather piroette over (because naked ballet drives guys insane) and stare down at him.
"Hey, Babe. uh...move?"
Anyone else ever have this scenario? What the hell?
I mean, I'm not Heidi Klum, but I'm a 5'1" blonde 18 year old girl with c sized boobs. But robotic armies are much better? yeah.
So, I'm joined by him in the shower about 5 minutes later, we start going at it, which is great and all but in the middle of this his friend Shawn (who lives with us) walks in and starts pissing.
But, we got him back because we left the used condom ontop of his soap.
aha.
Saturday, I get up, curl my hair and go to school which goes okay until my awesome deep conditioning attemp where I dropped the bottle of conditioner on my partner's lap, set the heat cap on too hot for too long so that it melted the cheap plastic shower caps we have to use, and dropped my expensive tiffany co promise ring on the ground where it was then stepped on. (OH MY GOD) its okay now, though.
Then, on my way to dance, I dropped my phone, my cute little purple samsung rant, on to the pavement where it then broke and is still broken. ugh.
Forgot my shoes, had to wear mismatched borrowed ones which was horribly uncomfortable.
Got back home, showered, made dinner, ran out or vodka before I was drunk and therefore didnot have a fun night with all of our drunk friends.
I can't even go into sunday except that I did nothing! Everyone was hungover except me, which would have been great, aside from the fact that I was in a houseful of guys who couldn't puke in the toilet but instead seemed to like the wall and floor.
FML.
Today, I get up late, Stan (boyfriend) drooled on MY SIDE of the giant pillow which happens to be my favorite, go into class and get my hair washed not two, but three times. Because we need to shampoo one short, one medium, and one long everyone had to share the 3 girls with long hair to shampoo. go figure, right. My hair is a mess and I have to work tomorrow. Now, most people would think "Gee, what does hair have to do with banquets?" Well, we have to wear our hair pulled up and curled. You cannot CANNOT curl super cleaned hair.
I hope tomorrow is better or I'm gonna beat something with a stick. Probably something like a tree. I like the irony...
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Posted by BallerinaDoll on 2009-10-26 21:39:51 | Rating: | Views: 14
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