Honestly Im just bored.

3 weeks ago I moved into my new house.

huzzah.

I love it. Even the little dent mark in the kitchen and the cracked tile in the bathroom.

I forgot how much I loved apartment life. It always was comforting to me. There's a pond/lake thing right outside our patio that I can fish in.

I wanted to show my friends but after I unpacked my clothes I droped my phone in the box and moved it into the living room. I couldnt find it forevvvver. When I did actually get it back I had about 20 missed calls and only 1 new voicemail.

Honestly I think what annoys me the most is that of all the people who called me only one person had the decentsy to verbally let me know they called. If I have more than one missed call, my phone wont let me know who called except for the last person. So I only knew that my lexlex <3 called(besides her voicemail).

Then I ran past my friend Josh on my way home from the library and he tells me he called me on one of those 20 missed calls. bah.

I think I may actually be not 'likeing' this summer.

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lol see them?