test today.
probably failed it.
for some reason, i'm don't really care.
i should be worried considering it's a core course and i have to get at least a B- in it.
oh wells.

anyhoos, since J has fridays off and the test only took 40 minutes, he and i spent all day moving the rest of our stuff from the old place to the new one, cleaning up the old place and returning the keys [dude, you never know how many ass prints you've left on the walls throughout a place until its completely empty], getting the utilities and other bill-related stuff taken care of, and coming back to the new home-sweet-home to get everything unpacked and its place.

it was absolutely exhausting. driving back and worth, moving furniture here and there. ugh. when we were done, we fell into each other on the bed [mattress & box spring still weren't on the bed frame at the time] and just sighed. he looked at me and was like "baby, i'd kiss you but my even my lips are tired." i was like "awwww." i felt/feel so bad for making him move all of our stuff in just a few short days. he had a little help but i don't care about them. i gave them fifty bucks and beer. my hunny booboo was worn out so i *attempted* to give him a back rub. it didn't work out though cause he fell asleep in a matter of seconds. he does this little lip pucker thing when he's sleep. it's so freakin cute.

i went downstairs for some water and to check my email and one friends IMed me to tell me there was a party at another friend's place and he wanted me and J to be there. i told him we wouldn't be able to make it cause we were so tired from moving and all that jazz. i'm guessing either he told the girl i wouldn't be there or he told someone else and they told her or whatever cause like an hour later, while i'm sleeping my ass off, my phone rings and its that bitch.

*half asleep* "what?"

"meems, party tonight at my place. you have to come."

*half asleep* "nah, man, i'm tired. i'm staying home. in bed. sleeping. i might get some dick but elvis isn't in the building right now. mmkay? yeah."

"god, when'd you get so lame?"

*not so asleep* "when did being tired and not wanting to go out make me lame?"

"......"

"yeah, didn't you personally call me cause you heard i wasn't gonna be at your funky ass little party? i think that makes you lame cause you know it ain't shit unless i'm there."

"whatever."

"yeah, whatever. and p.s. your parties suck my dick, bitch." *hangs up*

i was probably a little mean but i don't really care.
first, bitch woke me up while i was in the middle of some good ass sleep. i'm talking 'bout that sleep that has your ass drooling so hard, the side of your face and pillow starts marinating in the shit.
second, i hate when dumbass hoes talk shit about not just me, but anyone being this and that just cause we don't feel like hanging out, partying, clubbing, or whatever.

i'm 20 fucking years old and i've seen and done all the shit they're just now starting to. maybe i'm just jaded but none that shit appeals to me anymore. i'd rather spend everyday at home with my man and watch sportscenter or the daily show and chasing the dog around with a shoe than spend every weekend getting trashed and not remembering any of it.
been there.
done that.
and then some.

lame.
now synonymous with "growing up".

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