procrastinating...
i realized after last night that maybe i shouldn't procrastinate so bad. then i wouldn't have to get up so early and write my papers. but the sad thing is that i work best under that kind of condition, because i'm like flipping out and have to get things done. oh well.
it's nice to be back. the weekend was awesome. but its nice to be back. you know your roomies are effin awesome when you miss them telling you to shut up in the middle of the night and their dirty looks and them throwing things at you. man i love you guys.
so back to the weekend. which was friggin awesome. it was sad because i didn't get to see any of my friends because i had effin rehearsal dinner on friday night (which was pointless by the way). but its still all good. jay is the awesomest boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. he pulled out chairs for me and opened doors and was really awesome with my family. it's kinda sad because we are already like mom and dad couple. but its ok. because thats just us.
i hate leaving him. i hate driving him to the train station. i hate knowing that i won't see him again for a few more days. and more than anything i hate the fact that i can never even explain how i feel to him because its just that good. you know, for being an english major, i really suck at that. sunday night we stayed on the phone like forever and just he told me absolutely everything he felt about me. and its so incredible because we feel exactly the same way and we both think the other one is amazing and i have never felt this way before. and he explained it all. and all that i could say was "i feel exactly the same way." wow i suck at life.
but so he came yesterday. total surprise. there was a knock and we are all too effin lazy to get up, so we yelled that its open and there is jay with a can of soup because i was feeling sick. (everybody say AWWWW) he came even though he knew i had to work like forever! and that it was tuesday night which meant pizza and gilmore girls with kate and jackie. and he wasnt even mad when i blew him off. now that takes a special kind of guy...
its effin cold in our room. and i left my smuggled peach falling apart blanket in meg's room last night. how very sad for me.
i never really knew what overtired was until this morning. its when you wake up after limited sleep and can write a paper in five minutes with a burst of energy. thanks kate for telling me that it didnt sound like i wrote it in five minutes. you are the best.
anyways. back to last night. because i talked to like a hundred people on the phone. no lie. i hate being an effin telemarketer. but usually, i just leave a hundred messages so i'm out of there really quick. so when i saw the even larger stack of papers than normal i got sad. but since casey was actually there this week you would think it would go by faster. NO. CASEY IS EFFIN SLOW AT BEING A TELEMARKETER. I was like rushing because i offered to get my ass back here and order the pizza. So i'm rushing. and i'm like half delirious because i don't even know and i'm missing like whole words and i ask how some girl is and shes like good and im like "i'm good" and she just laughed. i was like sorry...really long day. and she's like ya i can tell. but anyways. i finish at 7. good quality time to finish. and i get up and i'm like "casey how much more do you have to do?" he waves an effin stack of papers in my direction. how the eff can you be that slow? so i take like 5 pages from him and i STILL finish before him. maybe if he didn't suck at life we would get done faster.
In the meantime, kate andn jackie are calling my phone in desperation because i offered to order the pizza because all of us hate calling. but i'm a dumbass and left my phone in the room. so i get these hilarious messages like WHERE ARE YOU. EFFIN PIZZA!
and i get back at like 7 40 and order the pizza. good times.
So. the red sox better win tonight. and i better finish my work before 8 because i have a lit quiz tomorrow and a bunch of other shit to do. fun for me. but i feel bad because its never as much work as jackie has to do. i don't know how she does it. i would say she's my idol. but i don't exactly want to emulate her lack of sleep. and i don't think the roomies want me to either considering the fact that i'm crazy when i don't sleep. case in point: i ran around like a jackass this morning with way too much energy. i need to learn to conserve that energy. there should be like an energy bank. wow. i'm retarded.
it's nice to be back. the weekend was awesome. but its nice to be back. you know your roomies are effin awesome when you miss them telling you to shut up in the middle of the night and their dirty looks and them throwing things at you. man i love you guys.
so back to the weekend. which was friggin awesome. it was sad because i didn't get to see any of my friends because i had effin rehearsal dinner on friday night (which was pointless by the way). but its still all good. jay is the awesomest boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. he pulled out chairs for me and opened doors and was really awesome with my family. it's kinda sad because we are already like mom and dad couple. but its ok. because thats just us.
i hate leaving him. i hate driving him to the train station. i hate knowing that i won't see him again for a few more days. and more than anything i hate the fact that i can never even explain how i feel to him because its just that good. you know, for being an english major, i really suck at that. sunday night we stayed on the phone like forever and just he told me absolutely everything he felt about me. and its so incredible because we feel exactly the same way and we both think the other one is amazing and i have never felt this way before. and he explained it all. and all that i could say was "i feel exactly the same way." wow i suck at life.
but so he came yesterday. total surprise. there was a knock and we are all too effin lazy to get up, so we yelled that its open and there is jay with a can of soup because i was feeling sick. (everybody say AWWWW) he came even though he knew i had to work like forever! and that it was tuesday night which meant pizza and gilmore girls with kate and jackie. and he wasnt even mad when i blew him off. now that takes a special kind of guy...
its effin cold in our room. and i left my smuggled peach falling apart blanket in meg's room last night. how very sad for me.
i never really knew what overtired was until this morning. its when you wake up after limited sleep and can write a paper in five minutes with a burst of energy. thanks kate for telling me that it didnt sound like i wrote it in five minutes. you are the best.
anyways. back to last night. because i talked to like a hundred people on the phone. no lie. i hate being an effin telemarketer. but usually, i just leave a hundred messages so i'm out of there really quick. so when i saw the even larger stack of papers than normal i got sad. but since casey was actually there this week you would think it would go by faster. NO. CASEY IS EFFIN SLOW AT BEING A TELEMARKETER. I was like rushing because i offered to get my ass back here and order the pizza. So i'm rushing. and i'm like half delirious because i don't even know and i'm missing like whole words and i ask how some girl is and shes like good and im like "i'm good" and she just laughed. i was like sorry...really long day. and she's like ya i can tell. but anyways. i finish at 7. good quality time to finish. and i get up and i'm like "casey how much more do you have to do?" he waves an effin stack of papers in my direction. how the eff can you be that slow? so i take like 5 pages from him and i STILL finish before him. maybe if he didn't suck at life we would get done faster.
In the meantime, kate andn jackie are calling my phone in desperation because i offered to order the pizza because all of us hate calling. but i'm a dumbass and left my phone in the room. so i get these hilarious messages like WHERE ARE YOU. EFFIN PIZZA!
and i get back at like 7 40 and order the pizza. good times.
So. the red sox better win tonight. and i better finish my work before 8 because i have a lit quiz tomorrow and a bunch of other shit to do. fun for me. but i feel bad because its never as much work as jackie has to do. i don't know how she does it. i would say she's my idol. but i don't exactly want to emulate her lack of sleep. and i don't think the roomies want me to either considering the fact that i'm crazy when i don't sleep. case in point: i ran around like a jackass this morning with way too much energy. i need to learn to conserve that energy. there should be like an energy bank. wow. i'm retarded.