grumblegrumble
The weird ones are attracted to me and valentine's can go die. DIE.
I am head of props for drama.
Going to NY for vacation.
Not dead. Close.
Fucking boyman has still not gotten in touch with me, and it is driving me insane. Also, not going to Umaine anymore because my mom is my mom. Also, changing my prospective major to literature and english. Maybe.
Stop it, you bastards.
My teeth have begun to hurt, we have no health coverage, I have to apply for financial aid, and I also have to apply to mass maritime.
God-fucking-damnitalltohell, it can all go sodding well piss off and DIE.
I have gained weight, my summer clothing does not fit, my hair is too long, and MY SKIN IS TOO DRY. My space heater broke and it's cold outside, I stepped in dog shit with my NEW SNEAKERS ON for the second time in as many months, I will not be a part of the every 15 minutes program because my mom is my mom and this is depressing as all hell.
Also depressed because I am boyless and without confidants in this whole damn school, but it doesn't do to dwell on it because I will want to kill something.
Applied to the Gallery X poster contest in New Bedford, and let us all hope I win because I could reely use that hunnerd bux. Am sad, since I will not get the piece back.
But I reely like colored pencils now. It is a good thing and a box of 72 will probably be my birthday gift to myself.
I'm looking forward to NY because I have told my mom I want to spend a whole hour in the Barnes and Noble bookstore- that's three floors high. An hour. In a New York bookstore. DROOLS. This means...homosexual manga? Yes. Pretty boys, boys and boys and and and-
Yes.
I cannae wait to get my job back, since shipyard closed for February, and I cannae wait to buy myself a hula hoop because it is an excellent form of exercise, cannot wait to be out of here and on my own and alone. With room-mate. Potentially.
Is a friend too much to ask for?
I have to pee.
I am head of props for drama.
Going to NY for vacation.
Not dead. Close.
Fucking boyman has still not gotten in touch with me, and it is driving me insane. Also, not going to Umaine anymore because my mom is my mom. Also, changing my prospective major to literature and english. Maybe.
Stop it, you bastards.
My teeth have begun to hurt, we have no health coverage, I have to apply for financial aid, and I also have to apply to mass maritime.
God-fucking-damnitalltohell, it can all go sodding well piss off and DIE.
I have gained weight, my summer clothing does not fit, my hair is too long, and MY SKIN IS TOO DRY. My space heater broke and it's cold outside, I stepped in dog shit with my NEW SNEAKERS ON for the second time in as many months, I will not be a part of the every 15 minutes program because my mom is my mom and this is depressing as all hell.
Also depressed because I am boyless and without confidants in this whole damn school, but it doesn't do to dwell on it because I will want to kill something.
Applied to the Gallery X poster contest in New Bedford, and let us all hope I win because I could reely use that hunnerd bux. Am sad, since I will not get the piece back.
But I reely like colored pencils now. It is a good thing and a box of 72 will probably be my birthday gift to myself.
I'm looking forward to NY because I have told my mom I want to spend a whole hour in the Barnes and Noble bookstore- that's three floors high. An hour. In a New York bookstore. DROOLS. This means...homosexual manga? Yes. Pretty boys, boys and boys and and and-
Yes.
I cannae wait to get my job back, since shipyard closed for February, and I cannae wait to buy myself a hula hoop because it is an excellent form of exercise, cannot wait to be out of here and on my own and alone. With room-mate. Potentially.
Is a friend too much to ask for?
I have to pee.