Dec 06, 2005 16:03
Potential conversations with Allie over the next few days:
Person: Hey Allie, what are you doing?
Allie: Hating my life.
Person: Hey Allie, where are you going?
Allie: To hate my life.
Person: Hey Allie, why is there a note on your whiteboard suggesting that you might be hanging yourself from your light fixture?
Allie: Because Holly wrote it. Oh, and I hate my life.
I love my life. My life is amazing. FINALS = NOT. Seriously. I've been pondering my paper thesis for days now, with no results. WHO must receive oral sex on this campus to get me out of this final?
Ok you can put the phone down and stop calling CAPS, I am not in danger of hanging myself. I just get the sick feeling every time I think about my life until Thursday at 5. But then it's Puerto Rico...something to smile about.
I wish everyone's parents were as cool as mine. My mom called me yesterday and asked how I was. When I responded with, "oh, just a little stressed about finals" she said, "why be stressed? this stuff doesn't matter. you are in no way defined by the grades you get in college."
OH mommy. How right you are.