searching for nirvana and apologies.
fuck midterms.
slash i only have one, it's a really good class, i'm on vyvanese, i have nothing to complain about, but nevertheless, garrrr, fuck midterms.
it's in an hour. i need to keep on cramming.
had a fucked up bullshit super horrible fight the other night. have been having too many of those lately. there is so much that i just refuse to say to people, and then it comes out without me meaning to in horrible, horrible ways. i figured it out, though. i have my mother's empathy (except then some) and my father's temper. it reminds me of that quote or whatever about how your parents give you theirs issues, and then a little more, "just for you." aww, how sweet.
ps- lookit me, i almost look respectable, you can't see my dreadlocks and i'm surrounded by quaint wallpaper and a beautiful blouse. that's super bizarre, but i kinda like it.
pps- yesterday on the phone:
chacha: "i just got hired at a lab."
maggie: "aw, little charlie's making something of himself after all, awwww"
chacha: "don't you have some 2CE to take or something?"
♥ love you charlie.
ppps- I WANT THE HIPPIE HOOLIGAN MOTLEY CREW TO COME SLEEP ON MY FLOOR. slash my room will be super cramped if all of you hippie hooligans sleep there, but there are plenty of floors in the dorms. yay!
i don't wanna study, and i don't want to stress out. i'm really not that stressed- the test is an hour so all i can really do is review stuff, but nevertheless. i wish i'd studied last night instead of played katamari, but i beat the game, yay!! and then the disk glitched before i could save :( so my katamari is still incomplete. que triste.
slash i only have one, it's a really good class, i'm on vyvanese, i have nothing to complain about, but nevertheless, garrrr, fuck midterms.
it's in an hour. i need to keep on cramming.
had a fucked up bullshit super horrible fight the other night. have been having too many of those lately. there is so much that i just refuse to say to people, and then it comes out without me meaning to in horrible, horrible ways. i figured it out, though. i have my mother's empathy (except then some) and my father's temper. it reminds me of that quote or whatever about how your parents give you theirs issues, and then a little more, "just for you." aww, how sweet.
ps- lookit me, i almost look respectable, you can't see my dreadlocks and i'm surrounded by quaint wallpaper and a beautiful blouse. that's super bizarre, but i kinda like it.
pps- yesterday on the phone:
chacha: "i just got hired at a lab."
maggie: "aw, little charlie's making something of himself after all, awwww"
chacha: "don't you have some 2CE to take or something?"
♥ love you charlie.
ppps- I WANT THE HIPPIE HOOLIGAN MOTLEY CREW TO COME SLEEP ON MY FLOOR. slash my room will be super cramped if all of you hippie hooligans sleep there, but there are plenty of floors in the dorms. yay!
i don't wanna study, and i don't want to stress out. i'm really not that stressed- the test is an hour so all i can really do is review stuff, but nevertheless. i wish i'd studied last night instead of played katamari, but i beat the game, yay!! and then the disk glitched before i could save :( so my katamari is still incomplete. que triste.