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I went to the mall with my mom this morning because YAY I got another Sinful shirt for my birthday. why must my favorite brand be so expensive

But on the way out, she wanted to look at pajama pants for my dad and some song came on that I recognized and like (though I cannot for the life of you tell you the lyrics or the name) and I was dancing around…

…and then we got to the check out line and the guy manning that nodded at me and went “sweet moves.”

illegolas:

why is a girl smoking considered soft grunge

why is anything considered soft grunge

what is soft grunge

(Source: vaginaldeodorant)

The Great Gatsby was kind of weird.

But in a good way? I didn’t think the music was too distracting either. At some points it was, but at others, though anachronistic, I think it really suited the atmosphere at the given time.

My favorite part was definitely when they first showed Gatsby’s face and the music suddenly went “DUUUUUUNNNN” like it was a horror movie and Gatsby was a serial killer. I started laughing really hard.

I have to say that, seeing this movie, I AM SO IMPRESSED BY THE NARRATIVE OF THIS STORY OKAY. My writing books are always talking about having layers of drama and LAYERS. LAYERS EVERYWHERE. Kind of glad I have to read the book for my comprehensive final in September, because now I have an excuse to.

And afterward, we went for ice cream! I was really surprised that he offered ‘cause I always feel like I am this giant, older person weirdo he has to deal with every so often. But we went and talked about the film (which he thought was GREAT). And then we got onto the internet…and it turns out he has a Tumblr, too! I thought he might, actually, last time I saw him. He said something very Tumblr-y, but when I told him I liked his shoelaces, he didn’t respond. I just flat out asked him this time, and he said yes. Wouldn’t give me his blog though, which is fine. (: I don’t think I’d be comfortable giving him mine either. But he’s around here somewhere!

I’m exhausted. I was gonna do some writing, but it’s too late for that now. Though my brother is still out; who knows when he’ll be home.

AND I DROVE HOME AT NIGHT FROM THE MOVIES AND DIDN’T WRECK OMG

My parents keep asking me what I am doing tonight, even though I have told them one trillion billion times that I am going to go see The Great Gatsby with Preston.

So I’ve started feeding them false plans, which are getting more and more ridiculous. At last check, I was going to do marijuana on the interstate during a naked drag race.

I think they finally realized I was being sarcastic, but they might ask me again before the night is over.