I hate the rain. It makes me feel so dirty and lazy. It doesn't give me any sort of benefit. All it does is make me roll into a ball and hibernate in my room, then maybe make trips to the kitchen. I miss the odd sunny January weather now. I'm crossing my fingers that the rain will stop. Please
My room is so clean again. (Maybe this is the rain's benefit? maybe..) My clothes are folded and my vanity area is organized. I always tell myself that I'll never get it as dirty as it was, but I always tend to eat my words. I also got to watch the All Star game today. CP3 is so hot, I haven't seen him play in awhile. & props to Shaq, for trying and doing a good job. He is hella old, did you know he was 37 years old? Holy crap. Oh and I think I'm starting to like Lebron. I didn't realize his shots are so effortless. Alright enough with this basketball talk
After all that, I went to the most ghetto-est place EVER. I went to Abyss. HAHAHA, yes the club. I've never felt so scared and awkward in my whole life. First of all, I didn't know what people wear to clubs. I get in there with my jacket, jeans, and flats. I look around and I see tube bras (yes not even tops, just bras), midriffs, and lots of belly. Then I see all this grindin, holy shit. SO FREAAAKKY. I never knew how freaky freaking can be. I was hella scared of getting jumped or cussed out. Let's just say the asian population was very little, very very little. But I guess it was good to experience. Now I know what really happens in a club. I cannot stop emphasizing how GHETTO it was. I thought I was ghetto... but after that, shit, I'm not even any bit close. Hahahha
I really hate curiosity right now. I'm not a detective, just say it bluntly. C'mon now.
I should stop the habit of touching my face all the time.
I need super glue and white light bulbs.