I just watched "He's Just Not That Into You" and I have to say that life makes a whole lot more sense now. No lie.
I attract the unattractive. Another creeper tried to get at me via FB today. Why can't stalkers ever be attractive in the least? In other news, I learned how to block someone on FB today. And speaking of creepers, I just remembered that Westy tried texting me at 9:00 on Saturday and I told him I'd text him back when I woke up....and I still haven't. Maybe he'll start hitting up some other girl.
"Brenna, if you do decide to get married ever, do you know what the most important thing is?"
"To love the person?"
"That too, but I was going to say an iron...no, titanium clad, binding prenup."
"Have you been talking to my mother lately?"
I'm sad that I didn't stay at HCA because I didn't get to write a senior will. I feel like it would have consisted of "Cafran, you can have all of the clothes that I bought that you said you had once considered buying, but that I had talked you out of and bought myself. Lauren, you can have my sister, who was named after you after all. Andrew, you can have that bag with a candle, bar of soap, deck of Marilyn Monroe playing cards back. Allison, please grant my dying request and date someone hot and famous...for me. Chip, you can have the dignity I stole from you when I broke up with you (twice) freshman year. The rest of yall get nothing." Remember how they went through the yearbook Alex's senior year and manually removed his senior will, one-by-one because it said something about drugs or something equally retarded? And then someone got a hold of the cut out copies and some of us taped them back into our yearbooks? I feel like life there was just a string of scandals strung together.
Speaking of HCA, I talked to Matt Traylor the other day and we decided we're going to chill sometime, since we go to school roughly 2 hours from each other.
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