I stopped using this blog,
I use this one now in case you care.
http://whatkristenlikes.tumblr.com/
I like how everyone on tumblr acts like they’re all nice and don’t judge people.
You’re all full of shit. Tumblr is NO different then any other website. Do you know how often I see a video/text post being reblogged and making fun of the person/people in it?
Today I went over to Chris’ at like 5PM, I didn’t do anything all day before that.
Let see, he showed me League of Legends. We cuddled, hugged and kissed a lot. Lit off firecrackers. Jumped and laid on the trampoline. He threatened to throw me in the the pool and flipped me up over his shoulder and put my knees in. We watched True Blood. I came home and ate dinner at like 10PM. Got on tumblr and did some scrolling and that’s about it for my day.
I fell asleep on Chris’ chest earlier :) We had watched some of transformers while laying in my bed after I got home, I told him yesterday that when I got home he’d have to come over so when he got here he sent me a text saying, “Surprise! knock knock!” and I looked out the window and saw his car out front so I ran out the front door, down the drive and jumped into his arms and he got the biggest smile on his face when he saw me. Anyways, we were watching the movie and that new show, Falling Skies, because Chris was interested in it. Well, I made it through about twenty minutes then I started twitching, Chris thought it was cute and well he always does it, then I fell asleep for like fifty minutes apparently. He thought it was really cute that I fell asleep on his chest.
Saturday.
Got out of bed around 10AM, my sister and I went and found a walmart and got something to eat. Came back, ate and watched tv. Grandma got back from visiting her friend again and we went and found a mall, which wasn’t a good mall at all. Shopped for a bit. Came back to Paola and ate Applebee’s. Got ready for the wedding.
The wedding was outside, it was 96 degrees and I brought black skinny jeans to wear to it. The wedding itself only lasted like 10 minutes at the most.
Then the reception. Well first off, I was in a bad mood from the start because I had only three hours of sleep and I was really tired. I was in an okay mood and my grandmas friends son, who was really good friends with my dad when they were growing up. Anyways he was telling me and my sister stories of my dad growing up, before we got the wedding I got told by my grandma I had to be introduced to Rays son and I asked why and my sister was like probably since he’s not dating anyone and you’re not married so you’re technically single so I was like alright sure, anyways Ray’s son comes up and sits down at the table and my grandma was like, “Kristen this is Ray’s son, Zach.” So I waved and said hey. He sat there and we all talked some, they went to get food and just Zach and I were sitting there and talked a bit about school and him joining the air force when he finishes college. People start coming back with their food and Zach leaves to talk to his family. Ray says, “So you’re nineteen and have a boyfriend?” I say, “Yes” he asks, “How long have you two been together?” I tell him, “It’ll be a year and two months next week.” He says, “You shouldn’t be serious in a relationship. You should call up your boyfriend right now and tell him you don’t want anything serious and want to break up.” I told him, “No thanks, I’m very happy with my boyfriend and being serious.” He gets a look on his face like are you serious right now. He just wanted me to dance with his son and stuff. I’d be perfectly fine dancing with Zach but him saying that really pissed me off. Zach kept telling me I should do stuff and I was like, “No thanks I’m definitely in a bad mood.” and I ended up getting bitchy at one point and he was like, “Fine. I’m not going to let it ruin my fun.” Which made me feel bad. But really, his dad telling me to break up with my boyfriend didn’t make too happy, all he had to do was say, “hey you should go dance with Zach.” Or better yet, Zach saying he wanted to. This boy is like 22 years old, he should be able to handle himself. He was cute and all, but I’m fine in my relationship and it really made me not have an interest in him when he kept giving his younger sisters, 13 and 16, drinks of beer and wine all night which definitely isn’t cute at all. But as we were leaving I went up to Zach and said, “I’m really sorry for being a bitch earlier, I’m just so tired, I didn’t want to be here and I’m just not in a good mood and it kind of got taken out on people.” he was like, “Yeah you kinda were being one but it’s alright.” Then me, my grandma and sister went back to the hotel, I washed my makeup off and everything and fell asleep almost immediately.
Stormed last night too so it woke me up. Got up at 6AM, left at 7AM and drove home. My cats and dogs are happy we’re home :) I think Chris is happy I’m back too.
Friday.
Left at 7AM to drive to Paola, Kansas. Such a boring drive. While I was driving it started pouring. It poured for about an hour, to the point where I couldn’t see the road and was driving next to the yellow line just to stay on it.
Got to Paola, got Sonic for dinner and went to see my grandma’s friend for awhile.
Got back to the room, stormed all night. Bad enough that we had a tornado warning, sirens went off and the power got knocked out by the storm and was out until like 5 or 6AM. I got three hours of sleep because it was hot and stormy. I had four hours of sleep the night before.
I like how my mother acts like she only has one child basically. It’s pretty fucking annoying. I ask for a few dollars to get dinner, I can’t have it. But she takes my sister shopping, doesn’t ask me or anything to go, and my sister walks in with bags from victoria’s secret, aeropostale, hollister, body central and walmart. NICE TO KNOW YOU HAVE ANOTHER FUCKING KID, BITCH! You wonder why I can’t stand to be around you or listen to you, this is why I have zero respect. You might as well as not even claim me as a child since you never act like I am. Then you claim it’s her birthday money, bull shit. You’ll say that for a month and you constantly buy her new shit when all I ask is for five or so dollars every two weeks to eat lunch with my friends. I’m so sick of this, I’m so sick of living with you.
there’s nothing better to do at 3:30AM then read texts from last night.
One of them made my sister spit pop out:
“so I was just driving high and I stopped to let a pinecone cross the road because I thought it was a hedgehog.”
then another made her laugh to tears:
“i wish i could swallow nair and shit it out and it would get rid of all my ass hair.”
