I'm at the library. No particular reason, other than that I look kind of foxy today (See that, people who comment on my lack of self-esteem? See that?) and didn't want to just sit at home, putting it to waste. I'm in the far back, shoved into a little cubicle, beside two special needs men who are singing separate songs at hilariously loud, unlibrary-like levels. It's really cute and sweet. The man directly on my left is now reading aloud the title of every movie coming out this summer. "I want to see Star Trek!" he just proclaimed, punching the air triumphantly. I'm not kidding; this is adorable. Vastly superior to doing homework at the kitchen table.
Here's some fun news for the day: I forgot The Exboyfriend's birthday! I woke up frantically this morning, like Shit shit shit, I forgot his birthday! April 26th! Shit! Then I opened my eyes, exhaled deeply, and smiled like a madwoman. I forgot his birthday! That's a serious step on the road to recovery. I'm no longer pouring over a large plate of cheese fries with a soggy copy of He's Just Not That Into You. I've progressed all the way to forgetting his birthday and checking It's Called a Breakup Because It's Broken out of the library, where I'm currently sitting on a chair from the 1970s that bares a suspicious maroon stain.
I'm home now, lacking people singing, creepy remnants of bodily fluids, and the fourteen dollars I'd accumulated in library fines. Who would have thought that the Hannah Montana and Miley Cyrus Best of Both Worlds Tour DVD in 3D could take so much out of my pocket for being just a few months late? Note to self: return Miles to Go on time. I'm just kidding. I didn't take out the Miley Cyrus autobiography. ...It's on hold.
Anyway, I just saw a commercial for a contest Hershey's is holding to win a S'MORES PARTY with RASCAL FLATTS. Although I'm not the world's hugest Rascal Flatts fan, I saw them in concert once and it was awesome. I am, however, THE WORLD'S HUGEST S'MORES FAN. Someone go win that for me.
Sexy: Dessert sandwiches made of chocolate and melted marshmallows folded between two graham crackers. Oh, and men who eat them in mass quantities.
Unsexy: Having a personal corndog fryer in your home kitchen.
Chipotle burritos this year: 14
Days left of high school: 18
Bye, guys! See you (hopefully in both blog and video) tomorrow. <3