AJGSKLDSFDFKGKEOIFD;SFLFDLFKFKEDLFKMDKFROIEIFDKLCD (part 1)

^relevant title.

Anyway.

I went to see the Lion King with my man to celebrate our one-month anniversary.

He texted me that he was on his way to come get me, and I was like

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and went upstairs to get dressed…or just get into more appropriate clothing. I wore gym shorts all day in order to be ready for marching band (always my first thought when I wake up), and I didn’t think it was appropriate clothing for the movies. Especially since I smelled like grass, sweat, and bass drum.

So I went upstairs, got into some jeggings like

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and put on some deodorant (marching band lingers, okay?), and then put on some body spray from Bath and Body Works all like

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And went downstairs.

The wait for him to get here was so horrible. I felt like screaming. I mean, really. I’ve been out with him hundreds of time, but never really as a couple. I was all ahteigajkfldfdldkfgjedf about it.

So, he gets me, and we go to the theater.

THAT PLACE IS SO EXPENSIVE. WE USED UP ALL OUR MONEY. IT WAS TERRIBLE.

but then we got into the movie and made fun of previews.

and then the Lion King began…