So let's recap my week real quick for those of you, (like anyone's reading ha!) who weren't there. I planned on hanging out with friends, I planned on cleaning my room, I planned on getting AHEAD in my homework. Joyful...productive...beautiful. Too bad one of my best friend's parents are freaking Nazis.
The group of people that I hung out with just this Monday is the LEAST rebellious group of people you could meet, minus my annoying habbit for saying things no one else will, and my fluffy haired boyfriend's overt pervertedness. I mean...seriously, the group of people that I was with seriously have not LIVED...myself included, but the other two made my boyfriend and I look like we'd lived, love and lived some more as I like to put it. Too bad that whole "hanging out" thing won't be happening anymore. Because my boyfriend just so happens to have been as he, not I, puts it "cursed" with beast hair, (see above picture) my friend's parents decided he was a pot smoker. Becuase my boyfriend deffinately chose his genes. Riiight. Well....the friend with the Nazi parents decided to sneak out....Deff. not like any of us to do. What could go wrong though, he was supposed to be at the school all day anyway, he'd just call his parents and say stuff went over late. Nope...we wrecked...and his parents drove by...joy-fucking-ous.
Needless to say...I got nothing done that I'd planned on. However...My boyfriend's Palamalu jersey came in (he insisted I took a pic of him in it right away which worked just fine for me)...waaayyy after the superbowl is over.
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