Really? Really? and HOMECOMING

Now, I'm actually really excited for this blog.
Why?
Because it deals with boobs.

Now, don't get me wrong, school rules are school rules and you should be covered. I'm honestly for that rule. Just like PDA needs to be kept to a minimum, like the butt touching at the dance Mr and Ms Slow Dancers, yes I saw you. Gross.

But...being texted the day after the dance, and being told to "cover up" next time, and how "degrading" you appeared, isn't welcome. And for one thing, skanks don't dance like me. They dance in the mosh pit section, they aren't jumping and twirling and head banging. That's reserved for the people who are crazy. Like me.

I actually like my boobs thank you. And obviously you like my boobs a little too much because you looked enough for you to ask me to put them away.

Get over it, because you can't even understand in the slightest going to multiple stores to try on close to ten dresses a piece not to fit any because your breasts are too big, but the rest of you is small. GET OVER IT.

In other news, homecoming was interesting...

I got to meet my friends girlfriend.
Got to see how much of a turd he was with her.
It was disgusting.
And my best friend was told that her lover man likes her.
From lover man's mouth.
It will take everything not to verbally say, "I TOLD YOU SO"
But then again, she reads this.
I LOVE YOU. :)

I got to know a couple people better.
My friend is pro at making Italian food.
His mother would like to control everything.

Lover Man's mom makes ridiculous desserts.
And she's just too cute.
Liking limos.
Playing awkward footsie.
Random videos where you can see a thing.

Eating bread like it's a bag of chips.
Singing sesame street and thinking it was a stripper song.

Homecoming 2010 seems to be a success.
Can it be just as eventful for Winter Formal?