my summer bullshit.

I dont really wanna talk about my week.

week of july 14-19

The main reason why im not telling you this week day by day is because its not really the most interesting week.

The only thing that actually happened was that my parents ran off to dinner and a movie without me and my brother on Friday the 18. They decided that it was a good idea to go see the purge 2: Anarchy, without me and my brother.

They also tried sushi. 

Just when i thought my parents had no social life, they turn around and surprise me with things like this, and leave me at home alone with an oven pizza and call of duty. On this day, I actually caught up with an old friend. 

Brandon.

I was kinda glad that he called. Just the previous day, I had called and ambushed him with questions about Baton Rouge High.

That's where I would be attending high school.

My mom went on a wild rampage and took me and my brother school supply shopping.

I needed to know exactly what I would need so I wouldn't look like a freshman idiot.

Brandon was a sophomore, so i figured he might know a little about being that freshman.

Anyway, he helped me a great deal by stopping my mom from buying me a shit load of unneeded kleenex.

Don't buy kleenex.

You'll look like a dumb-ass and that's like sure fire way for people to look at you and say "hey look at that nerdy freshman."

Or at least that's what Brandon told me.

He explained to me that high school isn't something I should be afraid of. Its almost the same thing, just in a bigger school.

"don't believe the movies, all they do is set a stereotype"

that makes alot of sense.

So this time, we talked about what to expect as far as socialization.

He just said "fuck 'em. they've unfortunately already got their mind closed. they already know what group they want to fit into. never try too hard. stay confident and everything should be fine. also, always stay open minded."

I thought that it was really cool that he was still here for me.

I dated Brandon for a while. A while as in 5 1/2  months.

I made a dick move and broke up with him. He's really a nice guy.

I love that he still talks to me and does little things to make me smile. 

So I will never treat him wrong again, because he would never hurt me intentionally.

I try my hardest to be nice, so I kinda had to stick to that with everybody.

We talked for like two hours, and I can say, it was pretty interesting. I actually didnt want to hang up with him, but there was pizza.

Nothing else particularly interesting happened.

Oh yeah, my mom bought me a push up bra.

Up until like Wednesday she bought me and orange push up bra and finally declared that it was time for me to have "big girl underwear"

she always bought me those cup-less cloth kinda sports bras. It was never a bad thing, it just gave my tits a weird shape that just..... let's just say im glad I finally got these cups. 

I feel like that'sall I need to say...