Oct 12, 2006 19:51
wow. . . I'll tell ya what wow. . . So some of the people at this school. I seriously think I'm sitting here listening to the younger running start kids, I look up and no. . . their like 24ish whatever. All I here is "look at that chest" pause pause pause "that makes me wanna vommit" randoming annoying as fuck laugter. More discussion and bashing on peoples looks. Trying to ignore it but it's next to impossible. Not behind or in front of, but right fucking there next to. . . nothing. wow and then there's these women (as in 30's ish) in my anatomy class that break into fits of giggles every time the teacher says anus. I mean are you fucking serious? Female versions of Beavus and butthead MUCH.
I think I may just be a little irritable or some thing. Totally not in the mood for raging immaturity you know. My back, neck and shoulders are fucking killing me making it really difficult to force my self to go to my next class. Of which i KNOW I'm not getting out early this time. I sure hope but I know I'm not. My lips are chaped and cracking. I'm tired and I just don't feel the need to be here.
College is tough in that perspective because you don't HAVE to go. the teacher isn't gonna harass you if you're not there. But it does effect you. Not if you just miss one. NO NO I'm going. OH the agonizing pain.
Here I go dying again. DAMMIT. It never happens at a convienent time.
I keep adding wants and needs to my costume. i would LOVE red tights or fishnets. Thats expensive though. 12 bucks. . .
Ok lets do it the right way:
Devil horns and pitchfork: 5 dollars
MakeUp: 8 dollars
tights: 12 dollars
Looking cute as hell: Priceless