February 19th, 2012

I took about 2 hours in the shower this morning. Took my sweet ass time shaving my legs. Got ready with my sister, bought myself three new bras at Fallas since they were cheap. Bought my hair dye (which I spent $15) got me mad for spending so much. Went to Glendale afterwards. Asked my mother for my allowance. So I got a few bucks to spend wisely. Went to almost every store at Glendale Galleria. Got these lace underwear for just a buck each. I got a white and pink color. Then we headed for something to eat and hit up Subway. Got myself a text from the guy and asked me if me and him would like to go for some dinner. I accepted. But instead, he wanted to go for some drinks. I was still down. Then painted my nails at Sephora since my sister were still picking a bag to buy. Then bought myself these white tights for just three bucks. JcPenny be having sales you guys. Then my sister bought hand sanitizers since they were also on sale. She gave me one. Then I have my best friend come over my place. Got at Coffee Bean to finally meet up with him. When he found out about my age, he insisted to drop me off to where I live. I lied and told him that I live around Coffee Bean. Well, I just want to meet up with my best friend again. His car smell. He didn’t dress up. He’s just a 23 year old Chinese guy from San Fran. Nothing more. Nothing interests me about him, nor was I interested- but I gave the guy a chance to hang out. Maybe if I lied about my age then it didn’t have to go that way. But I’m not a liar. Whatever. Had coffee with my best friend at Coffee Bean and chatted as usual. This day was really something. I deleted his number and his texts. I hope he doesn’t text me back again. Before I get off his car, he said ‘Just a tip, be careful with who you meet and date people on your age range.’ Can you believe that? I’m sorry that I’m such an outgoing person that I love meeting people (and we don’t need to date, just getting to know each other should just be fine) so it isn’t my fault that you don’t know information about me before you set up a date, that your car smells, that you don’t make an effort to dress up when you meet someone for the first time and make a decent first impression. But I am aware of the people I meet, I am careful, and I know my actions clearly. However, meeting or getting to know someone doesn’t hurt. Meeting up with you doesn’t mean I’m into you. We’re just hanging out and getting to know each other. But whatever, your loss and your fault.