Today in News
1. I can officially cover my whole face with one of the cups of my bra. I have lost weight since school started (I don't have time to eat any more- what is this nonsense, I miss my cookies and ice cream binges) but my boobs have gotten bigger. HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN?!?!?!
... the above illustrates why I will never run my own newspaper...
2. Yesterday I got basically cleared of my reckless driving ticket. Today, I ended up stranded in the Barnes & Noble parking lot because my car ran out of gas... I need a new car. Or a new life. One or the other. This is ridiculous.
3. What I should be doing right now, just like last week, IIRC: writing my article for the school newspaper. But I do not want to. Obviously, my mutant growing boobs are wayyyy more important than that Italian art exhibit. Right? Right.
4. I have officially decided that Friday is simultaneously the best and worst day of the week. Exhibit A: Friday is the start of the weekend. Exhibit B: This is the first time I've sat down since about 8:30 this morning. And I have to get up again in 1 minute and probably will not sit down again until at least 9 tonight. Aghhh.
Aalgfhfdglksdghsdkf. I have work in one hour and 15 minutes. I need to write that goddamn article before Ingrid asks for my head on a silver platter.
... the above illustrates why I will never run my own newspaper...
2. Yesterday I got basically cleared of my reckless driving ticket. Today, I ended up stranded in the Barnes & Noble parking lot because my car ran out of gas... I need a new car. Or a new life. One or the other. This is ridiculous.
3. What I should be doing right now, just like last week, IIRC: writing my article for the school newspaper. But I do not want to. Obviously, my mutant growing boobs are wayyyy more important than that Italian art exhibit. Right? Right.
4. I have officially decided that Friday is simultaneously the best and worst day of the week. Exhibit A: Friday is the start of the weekend. Exhibit B: This is the first time I've sat down since about 8:30 this morning. And I have to get up again in 1 minute and probably will not sit down again until at least 9 tonight. Aghhh.
Aalgfhfdglksdghsdkf. I have work in one hour and 15 minutes. I need to write that goddamn article before Ingrid asks for my head on a silver platter.