I don't feel so good this morning. I'm not sure if it's lack of sleep, I caught a bug, or I'm just generally fatigued. I wanted to post this when I got in last night & before bed, but I was just too tired. I was actually out yesterday meeting a friend I knew from some of my college classes - fairly similar to me, she really cracked down on her grades & mostly kept to herself (we studied together multiple times after class and had a presentation together once). I think that for the most part, we worked pretty well together since we could each trust that neither of us would screw something up (NOTHING sucks more & is more terrifying than getting a group project assigned and being stuck with some loser that couldn't give two shits about having a failing grade.....I swear teachers pair us smart people up with them so that our work ethic "might rub off on them"). Anyways, she'd contacted me out of nowhere about a day or two ago online & wanted to know if I was free for a bit since she was on the back end of her holiday vacation & bored to death.

I've really only been trying to clean up the holiday mess around the house & relaxing lately......I cant say a change of scenery isn't welcomed at this point ~ I've barely heard ANYTHING from most people I'd met in college, so I think......I honestly couldn't figure out why the hell she decided she wanted to hang out at random like this. I called her and let her know I was on my way to the bus, and she starts getting all mysterious and telling me she "has something she wants to show me and get an opinion on".

I got off the bus at the mall and went in - she said she was at the food court when I called to check with her, but I couldn't find her. After about 5 or 10 minutes of sitting & looking/walking around (I think some creepy old guy was staring at me from one of the return/exchange lines near one of the dept. stores), I was SERIOUSLY panicking and wondering if she somehow got the location wrong and ended up at a different mall than me. I finally gave up and let her know that I had no freaking clue where she was (and to check what F'ing mall she was at @_@). When she finally stopped laughing at me, she told me to look over at the other end of the food court at the person waving - I think I might have shit myself in that exact moment.

I realised that it was her as soon as I sat down at the table & heard her greet me. She wasn't wearing her glasses, she'd dyed her hair blond, and she was wearing a top that was both probably leaving her a bit cold & would be drawing insane amounts of attention had she been sitting closer to some of the food & holiday exchange lines. It turns out, the whole point of us meeting up was because she wanted to get my opinion on how her new boobs had turned out & whether her general makeover looked good (having known her in college, I apparently make for a good judge of her before & after......yay me...). We talked & caught up a bit, grabbed a late lunch, and popped into a few stores as the lines were thinning.

I just......last night was weird. I hope she didn't notice it, but I was probably staring at her boobs for about 80% of our conversations. I honestly don't know what the hell I was feeling......it was some soup of being turned on, spacing out, and trancing or something. I was kind of angry that her whole intent to getting together after so long was just so I could tell her she looked good, but I spent the majority of the day out in shock over everything she'd done to herself over the last couple years. I got home, had dinner, and started getting ready for bed - I had another bimbo episode start on me.

I guess the thought of her going from quiet & brainy to.....lol.....I'd probably be filming porn and loving it with that sort of body......I was full-on giggling and wobbling around the house. I was ~really~ about to drop at that point, otherwise I'd probably have spent a few hours poking around for porn & all that, but I slept straight through to morning. I feel lightheaded and tired, and I don't know if I'm sick or something weird is still going on, but.....she seriously freaking used her paycheck to slut herself up, and my mind keeps rolling around through every emotion from being 200% disgusted and having no respect for her to......I guess asking her to pay to do it to me too......even if I have to be her cute little slave to pay her back or something......I just don't know what's going on with me anymore. It's a lot more distant now since I slept it off, but I couldn't stop thinking about how her ass and tits jiggled every single time her heels hit the ground.....her whole body was this big hypnotic example of want I want to do to myself, and to "know" someone that actually went and did it.....