What I said and what I really meant

What I say: "I don’t care what we do."
What I mean: "I don’t care what we do. I don't have any ideas. Pick something already, and I’ll be fine with it. Just don’t make me make all the decisions!"

What I say: "Let me check my schedule. I may be really busy with school."
What I mean: "Let me figure out if the incredibly hot guy I’ve been seeing and shacking up with is into me and asks me out on another date. If I don't hear from him, then I'm all yours."

What I say: "I don't know what you're talking about."
What I mean: "I know exactly what you're talking about. In fact, I remember it so clearly that I am having trouble keeping a straight face as I say this to you. But if feigning ignorance is the only way to get you off my back, so be it."

What I say: “Well, how do you think you would figure out this math problem sweetie?”
What I mean: “Well lovely child, let me tell you a little somethin' somethin'. After taking a math supplementary program, honors math in high school, two years and going of university, and working at a goddamn math center, I honestly have no idea how to figure out this question. I'm not even sure it's written in English, since none of this looks remotely familiar. Honestly, I think that this might be in Dutch. Or Latin. So skip it. Go ask someone else, and get away from me, before I make a fool out of myself and admit that grade 7 math is beyond me."

What I say: "I really like you."
What I mean: "I'm crazy about you."

Songs today are Animal Collective - Brother Sport and Kings of Leon - Manhattan

Don't judge me based on what I say

I have a lot on my plate this week. If my workload continues to be as crazy in the following weeks to come, the chances of me forming coherent sentences on this blog will go down by 87.9%. (Trust me, this number is absolutely correct. I took statistics and calculus, you know. If anyone knows about this kind of stuff, it's me. Unless you read this entry, then you know I'm lying when I say you can quote any calculations I make.)

Anyways I shouldn't be allowed to talk anymore (this is what my "friend" suggests to me everyday, and now I'm starting to agree with him), because everytime I do, it's always about how I don't like the weather or how sick I am or how layering clothes has me feeling smothered. Where did this feeling come from? I used to love wearing coats, boots, scarves and multiple layers. Now clothes make me feel claustrophobic. This is coming from someone who is completely, completely fashion obsessed. WHAT is happening to me? It's like I've become possessed by some nudist cult or something. I should be murdered.

Today's songs are The Teenagers - Love No and The Black Ghosts - Face