Expectation: Studying and writing an essay.
Reality: Reading a paragraph and writing a sentence.
Expectation: Going to dance practice.
Reality: Nail in tire. Sleep instead.
Expectation: I will go home tonight and get some sleep.
Reality: Going to your boyfriends house and having sex.
Expectation: I’m just going to watch television tonight.
Reality: Drinking Vodka and getting extremely drunk.
Expectation: No drunk sex.
Reality: Trying new-weird sex positions.
Expectation: Talking to boyfriend about life, problems, and feelings.
Reality: Arguing with each other. He made a comment about a girls boobs and you called him a disgusting pervert.
Expectation: Not spending money.
Reality: Buying a bunch of really cute clothes in the mall and online you wore once — and decided you look ridiculous in it.
Expectation: Putting a nose stud in. (corkscrew)
Reality: You just can’t fucking do it. Now you have a big red dot on your nose and it looks like a popped zit.
Expectation: Having dinner and going to sleep.
Reality: Trying a mixed drink — something weird like pineapple and Vodka. Mind racing — you stay awake staring at the ceiling for two hours.