there isn't anything you can't do

all attempts to talk to anybody that is worth talking to failed. ended up talking with former best friend from high school ashley about nada and nothing mostly. everyone i know who went to ucla seemed to become, for the most part, lame.

so, after i got done with her gossip, i looked long and hard to find a new outlet for my boredom. and it presented itself in the form of spying on the neighbors. got tired of watching one boy walk around in his boxers after awhile because, afterall, a good stomach can only take you so far. but then i noticed the next room over. some girl was sitting on some boy's lap. what started off as clean conversation turned into a blinds-down-lights-off night for mister max. marissa can testify. it's just sad that they did turn down the lights. it ended my fun.

why is everyone so busy on tuesdays.