I'm gonna go on TV and shovel sh*t into my face

Um...the title of this entry has no real importance or significance to this post. It's just something my friend just said. He's watching me type. Now it's awkward. There is cat hair all over his sweatshirt. Gross. You'd think he could find a lint roller...or wear a different sweatshirt. I'm pretty sure the sweatshirt is supposed to be black but you'd never know with the layer of white cat hair on it.

Anyways, I'm pretty much just sitting here on my friends couch with her little sister blogging and watching them get it on. Babies are in the making.

Well, I'm exaggerating, but they are being all lovey dovey. I'm really glad that I'm third wheeling. And I'm going to the movies with them tonight. Without Boyfriend. Boyfriend left me to go to Duquesne for an audition ): Major sadness.

I assume my life for the next hour or so will look like this:

This is reminding me of one time when I was like...7. My family used to throw these huge family New Years parties and all my friends used to come with their parents. One year I just really wanted to tell ghost stories. I don't know why, but I had an obsession with telling really bad and not at all scary ghost stories. Unfortunately, after like 5 minutes my friends got really bored so they tried to get me to do something else.

I was a brat about it. I stormed off to my room and left them really confused in my basement.I whipped out my sketchbook and sketched away my frustrations.

I was an aspiring artist at 7, even though all I could draw was stick figures and animals with lopsided heads.

After sitting alone in my room for an hour or so, my friends finally decided to see if I was okay. They came up to my room and of course I was a total jerk. I was all, I JUST WANTED TO TELL GHOST STORIES BUT IT ALWAYS HAS TO BE YOUR WAY BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL SELFISH!!!!!!

Needless to say, I was a whiner.

Anyways, I'm basically being ignored by my two friends while they get it on 5 feet away from me. It's okay, I'm used to it. At least I still have my Red Bull.

Anyways. Time to do other exciting things, like bite my nails or maybe pick lint off of my socks.

UPDATE: I just got yelled at for "not contributing". Contributing TO WHAT?! Do they want me to join in? Threesomes kind of scare me.