Me. Sitting at lunch. Something hits me (ok, so it didn't really hit me, it hit the person next to me but for the purpose of the story, it hit me). It's a ring. It says forever on it. Somebody threw their promise ring at "me". Seriously? Um, ok. That's cool. The best part was the ring itself. I was this plastic little thing with 'forever' written across it and little purple stars on the side. Can you say GORGEOUS? Who gives someone a promise ring anyway? Isn't that kinda the idea of a engagment ring, only cheap? No offence to anyone out there with your promise rings and all, but honestly, why? What's the point? We're in highschool.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Fo'eva Fo'eva
Me. Sitting at lunch. Something hits me (ok, so it didn't really hit me, it hit the person next to me but for the purpose of the story, it hit me). It's a ring. It says forever on it. Somebody threw their promise ring at "me". Seriously? Um, ok. That's cool. The best part was the ring itself. I was this plastic little thing with 'forever' written across it and little purple stars on the side. Can you say GORGEOUS? Who gives someone a promise ring anyway? Isn't that kinda the idea of a engagment ring, only cheap? No offence to anyone out there with your promise rings and all, but honestly, why? What's the point? We're in highschool.
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