seriously. i got nada.
today was supposed to be house cleaning day. i was supposed to have accomplished far more than simply mopping my bathroom floor. (a task which has not even been attempted since moving into this home in march.) (a task which i should have completed consisantly throughout the previous seven months, because it was absolutely disgusting.)
i have successfully justified all of my actions of the past few days simply by stating "it's fall break oh seven whooo." (ie. oh? did i spend $40 on booze & forget about an hour of last night? pshh. IT'S FALL BREAK OH SEVEN WHOOOO!) i figure i have yet to make it to cancun or on girls gone wild! during the last ____ springs that i have been a college student. i'm allowed to pick which seasonal school breaks to make a loon of myself. my wallet is beginning to disagree, however.
every phone call between my friends & i as of late has contained at least one of the following:
1. oh my god. last night i got wasted & i...
2. so he/she did ______. what do you think that means?
3. i'm bored.
4. i hate my life/boy(girl)friend/job.
aha! so twenty-two is different than sixteen how?
i just keep typing, hoping that something of significance will stream out. i got nada thus far.
i have recently rediscovered cursive's domestica.
i was supposed to be off of probabtion last month, yet it's looking that my procasinating self is going to end up being a delinquent until at least december. holy hell. i'm sure my parents are proud. i'm also fairly certain that i would not have received a new car for my birthday had my oblivious father realized i still have no license.
i swear i used to be better at conveying my thoughts.
i have successfully justified all of my actions of the past few days simply by stating "it's fall break oh seven whooo." (ie. oh? did i spend $40 on booze & forget about an hour of last night? pshh. IT'S FALL BREAK OH SEVEN WHOOOO!) i figure i have yet to make it to cancun or on girls gone wild! during the last ____ springs that i have been a college student. i'm allowed to pick which seasonal school breaks to make a loon of myself. my wallet is beginning to disagree, however.
every phone call between my friends & i as of late has contained at least one of the following:
1. oh my god. last night i got wasted & i...
2. so he/she did ______. what do you think that means?
3. i'm bored.
4. i hate my life/boy(girl)friend/job.
aha! so twenty-two is different than sixteen how?
i just keep typing, hoping that something of significance will stream out. i got nada thus far.
i have recently rediscovered cursive's domestica.
i was supposed to be off of probabtion last month, yet it's looking that my procasinating self is going to end up being a delinquent until at least december. holy hell. i'm sure my parents are proud. i'm also fairly certain that i would not have received a new car for my birthday had my oblivious father realized i still have no license.
i swear i used to be better at conveying my thoughts.