Missy Likes Fun

Soo apparently the teacher of my menus class used to be high on the totempole at Lou Malnati’s. Last week he let us out early after talking about L.M. For an hour, today… Is looking like it’s the same… I could care less about the “secret recipe” of the salad dressing… (it’s full of sugar/corn syrup)… I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were the king of L.M. I was completely unaware of the fact that people even liked L.M. That much.

So the highlight of my weekend was going to see The Artist as the third wheel with my mom and her boyfriend. I mean, don’t get me wrong, the movie is great, but I felt a little pathetic… Also I’m pretty sure all the people that I thought were my friends at school had a party and I wasn’t invited to… da fuq… is this high school or are we all adults that go to college? I feel like no matter who I make friends with this same stupid fucking thing always happens. I made plans for tonight with my best friend to drink champagne and get drunk and such… but she has pink eye, which is a completely acceptable excuse, and I’m alright with it all because she’s moving closer to me this weekend and I know she’s good on her word to make up for it. All week I was just sort of in a Manic mood though and I just kept looking forward to seeing my boyfriend because I knew he would be busy all weekend and I would only get a few hours of seeing him, but it would be enough to last me until the next time I would get to see him, which… would only be a few hours until the next weekend after that when hopefully I would get to see him but the road to that point in time is still pretty long and I haven’t even seen any signs saying “hey! only a couple more days” like no, its more then a week away… and I know if anyone at all is even reading this they’re probably thinking “hey, buck up” and I can handle the time apart, the most we’ve spent apart was over a month at 100 miles apart, its just that with everything that’s been going on lately, I was really looking forward to those few hours. I’m just going to come out and say it because I doubt my boyfriend will ever read this, he hasn’t showed that much interest in my life lately, but things are kinda fragile between the two of us right now… we’ve been patching things up but they’re still not where they used to be, and there’s still some weak points. I realize that I’m getting in to a very personal rant right now but it just sucks when he is able to find such little time for me, promise it to me, and then tell me the day before “sooo… hey… I am actually busy all day and can’t see you at all this week.” when I was looking so forward to those few hours; I had been reverting to the teen girl phase of trying on outfits in front of the mirror and dancing around to music just being so excited for such a simple little date. But then he cancelled last minute and my mind set went all “fuck it, I guess that means I don’t need to shower at all this weekend since I’m not going to impress anyone, and hell, while I’m at it I can just stay in bed all weekend, browsing reddit and being super fucking pathetic, living out of the same pair of pajamas and eating an entire pan of rice krispy treats.” And then the weekend goes like this; my boyfriend made new friends with all these girls in the past week and he’s busy constantly tweeting with her and face-booking with her when he doesn’t even have the time to respond to my one text about how I become afraid that he might forget about me. The irony… oh the sad depressing little irony… I just feel like Im a disgusting hermit that has to fight for the attention of her boyfriend while she’s a soggy wet blanket hanging out with her parents… when in reality… well… I am.

(Source: CNN, via youhavetoeatlesstoweighless)