bored update
so my period was late for over a week, which was fun, i guess, in an any-minute-now-i-might-have-to-start-randomly-stab-people-in-the-leg-with-a-fork-just-to-see-a-bit-of-blood kinda way.
the things i've done in the last few months while not having ANY social life whatsoever, other than with the manchild i'm bizarrely in love with:
#sat an awful lot
#rode a bit of bike. planned on riding one to school every day in fact, but hasn't happened more than thrice in the past three weeks. i blame the weather. and my uncontrollable laziness.
#watched 10 seasons of friends, something i'm not entirely proud of but there you go
#lusting after matthew perry slash chandler bing slash the cute dude who got fat and grew man-titties
#saving enough money for an ipod, a digital camera, and the tuition for the first three semesters of college(which i can confidently say, at this point, it's just money down the drain), not counting the one third of my total income which i give to my mom 'cause she's been out of work. gee i can't even cook an egg but i have income? cool. yeah that's right, i bring home the bread. sugar daddy, that's me. or a less inappropriate term which i can't think of right now.
#oscar was pretty lame. i liked no one's dresses and i don't know if i can hate anything more than i hate bow ties, that includes that bunch of crap on charlize theron's shoulder. whoever sat behind her must have had a hell of a time trying to find where the actual ceremony was. and um, 3 six mafia? 6 three mafia? either way, seriously, what just happened there?
#still reading neil gaiman's american gods. i gotta be honest, not what i've expected. and before i finish i can't say for the better or worse. but i better finish quick because mister boy said he wouldn't buy me winnie the pooh before i do so, hopefully i'll get to fall asleep with christopher robin and piglet soon instead of shadow and his dead wife and his one-eyed boss named after a weekday.
(ok i really have to ask, am i reading the right one, the one that everyone talks about? it just doesn't feel that way.)
#being a bitch to said boy, caused by the stress and the fact that, well, i am a bitch. but despite everything, at the end of the day, i still want him in my bed, naked.
#by the way, remember me being worried to sick about failing five courses and getting kicked out? while it turns out i only failed one; introduction to computer science: 36. only one out of ten, and not even something i took out of my own will at that. not too shabby, if i do say so myself. har har.
the things i've done in the last few months while not having ANY social life whatsoever, other than with the manchild i'm bizarrely in love with:
#sat an awful lot
#rode a bit of bike. planned on riding one to school every day in fact, but hasn't happened more than thrice in the past three weeks. i blame the weather. and my uncontrollable laziness.
#watched 10 seasons of friends, something i'm not entirely proud of but there you go
#lusting after matthew perry slash chandler bing slash the cute dude who got fat and grew man-titties
#saving enough money for an ipod, a digital camera, and the tuition for the first three semesters of college(which i can confidently say, at this point, it's just money down the drain), not counting the one third of my total income which i give to my mom 'cause she's been out of work. gee i can't even cook an egg but i have income? cool. yeah that's right, i bring home the bread. sugar daddy, that's me. or a less inappropriate term which i can't think of right now.
#oscar was pretty lame. i liked no one's dresses and i don't know if i can hate anything more than i hate bow ties, that includes that bunch of crap on charlize theron's shoulder. whoever sat behind her must have had a hell of a time trying to find where the actual ceremony was. and um, 3 six mafia? 6 three mafia? either way, seriously, what just happened there?
#still reading neil gaiman's american gods. i gotta be honest, not what i've expected. and before i finish i can't say for the better or worse. but i better finish quick because mister boy said he wouldn't buy me winnie the pooh before i do so, hopefully i'll get to fall asleep with christopher robin and piglet soon instead of shadow and his dead wife and his one-eyed boss named after a weekday.
(ok i really have to ask, am i reading the right one, the one that everyone talks about? it just doesn't feel that way.)
#being a bitch to said boy, caused by the stress and the fact that, well, i am a bitch. but despite everything, at the end of the day, i still want him in my bed, naked.
#by the way, remember me being worried to sick about failing five courses and getting kicked out? while it turns out i only failed one; introduction to computer science: 36. only one out of ten, and not even something i took out of my own will at that. not too shabby, if i do say so myself. har har.