Celebrate apathy.
*School is going well.
My English class is discussing fairytales. So I'm catching up on my reading in that class.
My math class is reviewing everything I learned last quarter. So my reading is done there, too.
My Women's studies class isn't too bad though.
A little shake up recently, but I don't feel like opening myself up to a fucking blog.
I'm feelin' spicy. Cuttin' off my sentences with an apostrophe N adds a little flavor to the boring things running out of my mouth.
While blowing time in between classes I've finally found a technique to get away with ANYTHING. Whenever strangers talk to me and the butterflies fill up my mouth, I just crinkle my nose and mention something about the weather. Trust me, THIS WORKS.
*To justify this lame journal entry I'll say this, "Life without passion is no life at all." So do me a favor and kill me. Kill me, kill me, pah-pah-pleeeeease.
I'm sure not having a moment to myself is finally wearing me down.
My English class is discussing fairytales. So I'm catching up on my reading in that class.
My math class is reviewing everything I learned last quarter. So my reading is done there, too.
My Women's studies class isn't too bad though.
A little shake up recently, but I don't feel like opening myself up to a fucking blog.
I'm feelin' spicy. Cuttin' off my sentences with an apostrophe N adds a little flavor to the boring things running out of my mouth.
While blowing time in between classes I've finally found a technique to get away with ANYTHING. Whenever strangers talk to me and the butterflies fill up my mouth, I just crinkle my nose and mention something about the weather. Trust me, THIS WORKS.
*To justify this lame journal entry I'll say this, "Life without passion is no life at all." So do me a favor and kill me. Kill me, kill me, pah-pah-pleeeeease.
I'm sure not having a moment to myself is finally wearing me down.