Stupid girls
Thursday was another sensational day in the sensational life of me. That's no sarcasm, for a change. Apparently I've been ticking people off lately, which is understandable for the most part. People get worked up over stupid shit. It's not my problem, and I'm sure as hell not about to make it my problem, nor am I going to pretend that I need or want other people.
Ah, before I get to Thursday's eventfultality, howzaboot I sum up Wednesday: I slept all day like the worthless punk that I am? Yes. And then I woke up, did a little bit of nothing, then watched South Park and went to a floor meeting. Let me tell you, I'm so glad I didn't skip out on the floor meeting, because I (and by that I mean my door) was practically the topic of discussion. It was aboot how we aren't supposed to right on the walls. Doors aren't so bad but writing on the walls is highly disallowed. The whole time, the RD kept glancing at the other day because he caught Michelle drawing on the wall next to my door. And because thanks to Melissa and Michelle, I had the most colorful door in the whole dorm. It was sensational. So I did some homework (never enough) and went to bed around 2 AM.
I woke up at 11 AM on Thursday, to shut off my alarm and go back to bed for 2 hours. Since when is 9 hours of sleep not enough? Oh well. I found out, one half of an hour before my English Class started, that it was cancelled. I was overjoyed about that. Since I hadn't gotten the homework done. And I really need to get on the ball as far as homework in that class. But then it was off to Japanese, which went relatively well. I'm actually really liking that class. It's soooo amazing! Whee! I'm excited about class, I'm excited about homework, and even exams! How insane is that?!
After Japanese, I decided to take on the task of washing my door off. Melissa said she'd help but luck was on my side when I decided not to wait for her, I guess. During the half an hour that I was scrubbing the door down, I realized a couple things. One: I wanted McDonald's. Two: some of the marks weren't coming off. And Three: in other places I'd scuffed the paint from scrubbing so hard, so I'm going to get fined anyway, most likely. Ah well. Sensational. It's not like I have any rational reason to be upset though, so it's a good thing that I'm not upset. I mean I was standing right there for almost half of their doodlings, doing nothing to stop them. I mean after all, that's what I'm here for. If you feel like making a mess, throwing candy around the room, or just looking for a place to leave some garbage, come to my room. I guess it's generally assumed that since I have enough of my own mess I could always use a little extra. Or I guess there's the less obtrusive reasons for coming to my room, which would be to borrow a movie. Right right? I seriously wonder if anyone's EVER left my room without doing one of the above.
Once the door was as close to clean as it would get, I set out for McDonald's. It was reeeally nice to have some alone time. Alone time, walking, not doing stupid homework or anything of the sort. I talked to me mummy a bit before I got to Micky's... Then I got there. And I ate. It's never as amazing as the cravings make it seem. I got offered (or asked for... [I really couldn't tell]) cocaine after I left the building... It was creepy shizz.
Embot called me whenst I was on me way back to campus, and it was really nice talking to her. I can't wait to go hooome!!! The whole "I can't wait to get out of here and never look back" is too cliche. But I seriously need a break from school (even though that's the part of my life that I'm enjoying the most right now, how sad?) and Fairbanks. I just can't wait to get back to my old friends... But then again I guess it's all the same shit, just comes from different assholes. That's how the saying goes, eh? Not that I'm calling anyone in particular an asshole, tis merely a saying. But anywho, I'll be heading southeastward in roughly 27 days. Sensational, eh?
When I was back in the solace that is my room, I did some writing and chilled out for a few hours. I had an interesting conversation over MSN, because it was being a hobo and a half. It wasn't letting me send my messages, so I'd just type messages in my screen name and such. It was sensational. And Michelle talked to god. I met up with Chris and Michelle a bit later and we fooled around and then watched both Jeepers Creepers movies. It was sensational. And now here I sit.
This sleep cycle I have going on is really pissing me off to the max. I keep crazy hours, but then when I sleep, no matter how long I've been awake, I seem to sleep for about 12 hours. Wednesday, for example. I think I woke up at like 6 or 7 PM and was in bed 2 AM... Oy effing vey, who does that? And then I slept for 11 hours after being awake for like 8. But now I've been awake for almost 24 hours. Le sigh. I've got a lot on my mind, and this is gonna take time, but in the end I know I'll be fine. This weekend is going to be a sensational combination of cleaning my room, doing homework, and being happily alone. Alone time used to make me think all negative-ish but now it's like a drug that gets me high as a mother-fuckin kite. It's sensational.
Anywhom, on the offchance that you've been reading all of this, I'm going to let you go because you just read 1038 word of sheer pointlessness. Have a happy Easter everyone.
Ah, before I get to Thursday's eventfultality, howzaboot I sum up Wednesday: I slept all day like the worthless punk that I am? Yes. And then I woke up, did a little bit of nothing, then watched South Park and went to a floor meeting. Let me tell you, I'm so glad I didn't skip out on the floor meeting, because I (and by that I mean my door) was practically the topic of discussion. It was aboot how we aren't supposed to right on the walls. Doors aren't so bad but writing on the walls is highly disallowed. The whole time, the RD kept glancing at the other day because he caught Michelle drawing on the wall next to my door. And because thanks to Melissa and Michelle, I had the most colorful door in the whole dorm. It was sensational. So I did some homework (never enough) and went to bed around 2 AM.
I woke up at 11 AM on Thursday, to shut off my alarm and go back to bed for 2 hours. Since when is 9 hours of sleep not enough? Oh well. I found out, one half of an hour before my English Class started, that it was cancelled. I was overjoyed about that. Since I hadn't gotten the homework done. And I really need to get on the ball as far as homework in that class. But then it was off to Japanese, which went relatively well. I'm actually really liking that class. It's soooo amazing! Whee! I'm excited about class, I'm excited about homework, and even exams! How insane is that?!
After Japanese, I decided to take on the task of washing my door off. Melissa said she'd help but luck was on my side when I decided not to wait for her, I guess. During the half an hour that I was scrubbing the door down, I realized a couple things. One: I wanted McDonald's. Two: some of the marks weren't coming off. And Three: in other places I'd scuffed the paint from scrubbing so hard, so I'm going to get fined anyway, most likely. Ah well. Sensational. It's not like I have any rational reason to be upset though, so it's a good thing that I'm not upset. I mean I was standing right there for almost half of their doodlings, doing nothing to stop them. I mean after all, that's what I'm here for. If you feel like making a mess, throwing candy around the room, or just looking for a place to leave some garbage, come to my room. I guess it's generally assumed that since I have enough of my own mess I could always use a little extra. Or I guess there's the less obtrusive reasons for coming to my room, which would be to borrow a movie. Right right? I seriously wonder if anyone's EVER left my room without doing one of the above.
Once the door was as close to clean as it would get, I set out for McDonald's. It was reeeally nice to have some alone time. Alone time, walking, not doing stupid homework or anything of the sort. I talked to me mummy a bit before I got to Micky's... Then I got there. And I ate. It's never as amazing as the cravings make it seem. I got offered (or asked for... [I really couldn't tell]) cocaine after I left the building... It was creepy shizz.
Embot called me whenst I was on me way back to campus, and it was really nice talking to her. I can't wait to go hooome!!! The whole "I can't wait to get out of here and never look back" is too cliche. But I seriously need a break from school (even though that's the part of my life that I'm enjoying the most right now, how sad?) and Fairbanks. I just can't wait to get back to my old friends... But then again I guess it's all the same shit, just comes from different assholes. That's how the saying goes, eh? Not that I'm calling anyone in particular an asshole, tis merely a saying. But anywho, I'll be heading southeastward in roughly 27 days. Sensational, eh?
When I was back in the solace that is my room, I did some writing and chilled out for a few hours. I had an interesting conversation over MSN, because it was being a hobo and a half. It wasn't letting me send my messages, so I'd just type messages in my screen name and such. It was sensational. And Michelle talked to god. I met up with Chris and Michelle a bit later and we fooled around and then watched both Jeepers Creepers movies. It was sensational. And now here I sit.
This sleep cycle I have going on is really pissing me off to the max. I keep crazy hours, but then when I sleep, no matter how long I've been awake, I seem to sleep for about 12 hours. Wednesday, for example. I think I woke up at like 6 or 7 PM and was in bed 2 AM... Oy effing vey, who does that? And then I slept for 11 hours after being awake for like 8. But now I've been awake for almost 24 hours. Le sigh. I've got a lot on my mind, and this is gonna take time, but in the end I know I'll be fine. This weekend is going to be a sensational combination of cleaning my room, doing homework, and being happily alone. Alone time used to make me think all negative-ish but now it's like a drug that gets me high as a mother-fuckin kite. It's sensational.
Anywhom, on the offchance that you've been reading all of this, I'm going to let you go because you just read 1038 word of sheer pointlessness. Have a happy Easter everyone.