Bring it on, bitches
You would think that with Amanda going to bed early, and James and his dial up, and me having no one else to talk to that I would get some work done around here. Yeah, right. I really need to read for accounting. Like really bad. But I'm so unmotivated, and there are SIX days left of class, and then I'm done for the summer. I'm anticipating going home so I can be bored all day long with my fourteen year-old brother. Bleh.
I love how Alex asks me if I've started the stats homework, and I tell her no, and then she says that it's really hard and she doesn't understand it. That means I don't even have to open the book until we go to office hours. Gotta get up at 7:30 tomorrow. For real this time. And I really am gonna read for accounting. Just not tonight. Got an 84 on the last test, plus 5 points extra credit = genius of me. Not really. But I will not screw this up. I won't sleep next week if I have to. After waking up at 7:30 each morning, and coming back here at 4, and only having a diet Dr. Pepper all day, I'm drained. It's not like I've accomplished anything, except for the 2 hours we spend in the library after office hours re-doing the stats homework. Soooo lazy. I tried. This is how I get stuff done.
My mother called to apologize for the way my dad abruptly HUNG UP ON ME last night. She tried to call me back last night after he hung up, and I knew it was her apologizing for him, and I didn't feel like hearing it. So she called this afternoon and gave me the usual "I-don't-know-what-his-problem-was-I-talked-to-him-this-morning-and-he-said-that-it's-fine-and-when-you-come-home-we'll-go-shopping-and-out-for-lunch-I'll-buy-you-stuff-and-we'll-do-girl-stuff-just-you-and-I." Weee. I made my birthday list. It's saved in a word document, because it gets longer everyday. I was flipping through the American Expresss catalog (courtesy of Grand-Pa-Pa, of course) and I can't decide if I want another gift card to the Gap, or to Bloomingdales this time, because he said I could pick it out. Hmmm. The least of my problems. I need to get this mail situation sorted out. And start taking the stuff off my walls this weekend. And call Natalia to see if I can borrow her vacuum. And see when she can help me put my stuff in my car when I leave here. And I want my money.
Emily left me a note on my whiteboard yesterday:
I'm sorry about the ham and cheese. I didn't know they ate it and they didn't mean any harm with the 2 slices of ham they thought might be mine. Let me know what kind of ham and I'll replace it.
Emily
Yeah, ok. So I wrote under her note in huge black letters:
Black Forest ham, and provolone cheese. Thanks.
Dinner at Natalia's with Alex last night. She made us steak. And we made a [not so good] chocolate cake. Next time it will be better, girls. We had some interesting conversations *cough cough* about you-know-who and his twin and the other guy. There was definitely some [unintentional] blushing going on. How uncomfortable.
This entry was so random. That's all, folks.
I love how Alex asks me if I've started the stats homework, and I tell her no, and then she says that it's really hard and she doesn't understand it. That means I don't even have to open the book until we go to office hours. Gotta get up at 7:30 tomorrow. For real this time. And I really am gonna read for accounting. Just not tonight. Got an 84 on the last test, plus 5 points extra credit = genius of me. Not really. But I will not screw this up. I won't sleep next week if I have to. After waking up at 7:30 each morning, and coming back here at 4, and only having a diet Dr. Pepper all day, I'm drained. It's not like I've accomplished anything, except for the 2 hours we spend in the library after office hours re-doing the stats homework. Soooo lazy. I tried. This is how I get stuff done.
My mother called to apologize for the way my dad abruptly HUNG UP ON ME last night. She tried to call me back last night after he hung up, and I knew it was her apologizing for him, and I didn't feel like hearing it. So she called this afternoon and gave me the usual "I-don't-know-what-his-problem-was-I-talked-to-him-this-morning-and-he-said-that-it's-fine-and-when-you-come-home-we'll-go-shopping-and-out-for-lunch-I'll-buy-you-stuff-and-we'll-do-girl-stuff-just-you-and-I." Weee. I made my birthday list. It's saved in a word document, because it gets longer everyday. I was flipping through the American Expresss catalog (courtesy of Grand-Pa-Pa, of course) and I can't decide if I want another gift card to the Gap, or to Bloomingdales this time, because he said I could pick it out. Hmmm. The least of my problems. I need to get this mail situation sorted out. And start taking the stuff off my walls this weekend. And call Natalia to see if I can borrow her vacuum. And see when she can help me put my stuff in my car when I leave here. And I want my money.
Emily left me a note on my whiteboard yesterday:
I'm sorry about the ham and cheese. I didn't know they ate it and they didn't mean any harm with the 2 slices of ham they thought might be mine. Let me know what kind of ham and I'll replace it.
Emily
Yeah, ok. So I wrote under her note in huge black letters:
Black Forest ham, and provolone cheese. Thanks.
Dinner at Natalia's with Alex last night. She made us steak. And we made a [not so good] chocolate cake. Next time it will be better, girls. We had some interesting conversations *cough cough* about you-know-who and his twin and the other guy. There was definitely some [unintentional] blushing going on. How uncomfortable.
This entry was so random. That's all, folks.