It is presently 14 minutes past midnight and I’m still awake despite the facts: a.) I have school tomorrow morning which is bad because b.) I can’t sleep for just four hours and not resemble a walking zombie which is pretty contradictory cause c.) I love to sleep. Must have been my chocolate intake.
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I think I’m still high on that chocolate bar I had about... fourteen hours ago. (It’s already half past twelve, I’m trying to keep it down in here) And in that fourteen hours – and still counting – period of chocolate intoxication, Richelle and I found a sexgod in our school. No wait; scratch that, not a sexgod, THE sexgod, the ultimate sexgod. In mine and Richelle’s eyes, he is the hottest, most bangable guy in school. And I’m not telling you who it is, so bite me. (Okay, just to clear things up, we do not have a crush on him – Richelle’s got Shammy for Pete Wentz’s sake – we just find him ridiculously good eye candy.
We’re probably gonna gang up on him and rape him someday. He’s just so bangable. WHY?!
Chels: Hey [insert name here], we’re gonna rape you one day.
Chelle: Yeap, someday, someday.
Mr. Bangable: Ha-ha. Yeah sure, nice.
How can a guy have that much sex appeal? Good heavens. Okay, so before I start going into a full-length, fully-fledged entry of how bangable this guy is, I’m gonna stop. [insert name here], if you are reading this, don’t flatter yourself too much. But if you let me live inside your closet, I promise not to go gaga over your sexgodism. Okay, will try not to go gaga.
(For Richelle’s take on sexgodism, click here.)
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“..and boredom loves me during BM.”
–Richelle Ret
Absolutely. It’s a one-sided affair but I couldn’t agree more. In light of the monotony, Chelle and I listed down our favorite things that start with ‘S’. Her top three were: Shammy, snowflakes & spaghetti. And to be honest, I wholly protest against the top three propaganda—wait, that would mean I’m protesting against myself seeing as I came up with the whole ‘top three’ thing. Right. Whatever. So anyway, I can think up of a lot of my favorite ‘S’ things hands down. My top three would be... Saturdays, stars and sexgods. HAHA. I’m joking. Replace that last one with showers. Saturdays, stars and showers. Lovely.
Mine and Richelle’s entire list goes like this though– no wait, scratch that, this isn’t the entire list; we’re still working on it. Okay, here’s what we got so far:
Chelsea and Richelle’s Favorite Things That Start With S
stars –R & C
Shammy - R
sleeping - C
spaghetti, red - R
spaghetti, white - C
snow – C
socks, colored – R & C
smoothies – R & C
sundaes – R
sausages – C
Sundays – C & R
the sea –R & C
summer – R & C
steak – C & R
salmon, smoked – C
sleeping – C
swimming – R & C
*** ** **** – C & R
songs – R & C
showers – R & C
the sky – C & R
snowflakes - R
salami – C
sandwiches, bacon – C
Skittles - C
sunshine – C& R
sleeping – C
shoes – R & C
snogging – R & C
singing –R & C
the sky at night– C & R
serendipity - C
sarcasm – C
smusic – R & C
swriting – R & C
sinstant noodles – C
and of course,
our sexgod – C & R
Oh, and did I mention sleeping? Speaking of which, it’s 1:21 am. I have about... five hours left in bed. Anything else you want to add to that list? Leave it in the cbox, thanks very mucho. I’m gonna do my list some justice, call it a night and go to bed.
Good dawn, world. This day has been strange—holy cheesecake! I forgot another ‘s’ word! SUSHI. Sushi is the shizz, I kid you not. Okay, now I’m hungry.
Vamanos!