|People are stupid.
||[Feb. 8th, 2005|04:24 pm]
I had the CRAZIEST Sunday on the PLANET. It sucked. I went shopping with Sterling in
C-ville, went back to his house, which he didn't want to do because he and his grandpa don't get along, and when we got there I called my mom to let her know I wasn't dead, then his grandpa comes down and tells me to call my parents because they are really mad at Sterling and probably don't want me to see him anymore, which was crazy because I had just talked to my mom, and then g-pa tells me he went to my house while we were gone in C-ville, and apparently he told my parents that Sterling quit college and that we are always running off together and doing the dirty, and then I freaked out because I thought my parents were going to interrogate me when I got home, and Sterling freaked out because I was freaking out, and then we decided that it would be best to just spill everything and be honest if they asked, which they didn't in the end, but I thought they would, which was the point, and I was really upset, and so was baby, and I didn't know what to do, and I feel poopy still, and I'm trying to get a job at Georges, but they haven't called back, and I feel poopy, and I need to go to Cassidy's this weekend and watch girly movies and eat cake and chocolate and chips and scream about love and parents and sex and friends and school and college and the whole Germany deal and not worry about anything and whoever left that dumbass message about school house rock needs to get a life because that was lame.