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WHEN I SAY WEAK ASS, YOU SAY BITCH.

WEAKASS!

Bitch. Only 9 days until I go back to school. I'm totally fuckin' ready. I have my date tomorrow. I'm fuckin' nervous as shit and I don't know why. I thought about reconsidering cuz he's boring as shit, honestly. However, our conversation yesterday was a little less dull than usual, so I figured I'd give it a shot. Today I'm hoping to go get this dress I've been eying for 2 weeks. If so, I'm wearing it on the date. On top of that, I have another date on Thursday with this guy Nathaniel, whom I had the biggest crush on from like 8th grade until like 10th. We're also going to the movies, except I think I'm gonna have to pay for my ticket. I'm praying I don't because I love free shit. I mean, who doesn't? Exactly. Sunday my friends & I are planning a baby shower for our friend who is pregnant for the second time. When will they learn about birth control? Anyway. We're having it at the pool we go to and inviting the people we like. I'm bringing brownies. Kelly, preggy peggy, and her baby daddy are supposed to be bringing the meat for the cookout. Hamburgers & hot dogs. Apparently, they can't even do that. So I was asked to buy the hot dogs. WTF. I do not eat hot dogs. I hate hot dogs. I fucking can't stand hot dogs. I wouldn't even know which kind to buy. Honestly. I don't understand why Kelly can't bring that shit.. I guess she expects this to be a day where all she does is TAKE and give nothing to anyone, especially not to the people who are going out of their way to give her a baby shower. I don't have th money to get her a gift, hot dogs and brownies. NO, NO, NO. I don't want Malisa to have to be the one to buy EVERYTHING but the deal was that we all bring something. Shit pissin' me off.

Weak ass. Bitch.