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i have what i don't want, and i can't have what i DO want. except, i'm not really sure what i want anymore.
how fickle. it's possible that i'm actually a man.
last night i stayed up til 2:30 studying, and drinking three pots of coffee (almost all by myself.) i was shaking. my roomies made me eat some cereal and drink some water. it was humorous. i was high on caffeine all night and i swear i didn't get any sleep.
hopefully i did well on my first prelim though.
sometimes i feel so overwhelmed that i want to just curl up somewhere and hide until everything is gone, and i can just be normal, or a hobbit, and not talk to anyone. just go to class, come back, and stare for awhile.
most of the time i'm not such a freak though, and i actually like all the shit that i have to do.
i think it just scares me more than anything. like i won't get everything done and i will feel stupid and it will be a big huge tragedy and everyone will hate me and my head will fall off and the world will end.
67 days til my birthday. jason and chris are determined to get me smashed. there are going to be so many people involved. one of my sister's birthdays is the second, so we're going to invite everyone we know and there are going to be so many people. it's going to be AHHHHmazing.
i really enjoy ben folds music.
i really dislike public speaking. and it's not even the public speaking part that i hate, it's the fact that i have to squeeze information out of the teacher because she's so retarded that everything is posted everywhere with a million different tiny details in tiny links and i just hate hate hate hate it. it's like if you miss one thing, there's 50 points out of a possible thousand or two thousand or whatever. i can't wait to get this class over with.
i can't wait til next semester when all my classes are chf classes and i can hopefully take with terry again. i love laren, but holy basic. it's like, 'does anyone know the positions of the body?' and i'm like 'ooh pick me! and then shoot my face because i learned those when i was six.'
the anything but clothes party ruled my life. i made out with one of the hottest guys ever. he was a freshman pledge. i laughed. it was hilarious. not to mention, our trash bag tube top mini dresses were amazing, and really good. plus we bought the ugliest bags ever at the dollar store that said i heart bling on them. we were so trashy. get it? ha ha ha.
i love my adolescence class. that's where i'm going now.
what a fucking stupid entry. sorry if you read it.
smoochies
how fickle. it's possible that i'm actually a man.
last night i stayed up til 2:30 studying, and drinking three pots of coffee (almost all by myself.) i was shaking. my roomies made me eat some cereal and drink some water. it was humorous. i was high on caffeine all night and i swear i didn't get any sleep.
hopefully i did well on my first prelim though.
sometimes i feel so overwhelmed that i want to just curl up somewhere and hide until everything is gone, and i can just be normal, or a hobbit, and not talk to anyone. just go to class, come back, and stare for awhile.
most of the time i'm not such a freak though, and i actually like all the shit that i have to do.
i think it just scares me more than anything. like i won't get everything done and i will feel stupid and it will be a big huge tragedy and everyone will hate me and my head will fall off and the world will end.
67 days til my birthday. jason and chris are determined to get me smashed. there are going to be so many people involved. one of my sister's birthdays is the second, so we're going to invite everyone we know and there are going to be so many people. it's going to be AHHHHmazing.
i really enjoy ben folds music.
i really dislike public speaking. and it's not even the public speaking part that i hate, it's the fact that i have to squeeze information out of the teacher because she's so retarded that everything is posted everywhere with a million different tiny details in tiny links and i just hate hate hate hate it. it's like if you miss one thing, there's 50 points out of a possible thousand or two thousand or whatever. i can't wait to get this class over with.
i can't wait til next semester when all my classes are chf classes and i can hopefully take with terry again. i love laren, but holy basic. it's like, 'does anyone know the positions of the body?' and i'm like 'ooh pick me! and then shoot my face because i learned those when i was six.'
the anything but clothes party ruled my life. i made out with one of the hottest guys ever. he was a freshman pledge. i laughed. it was hilarious. not to mention, our trash bag tube top mini dresses were amazing, and really good. plus we bought the ugliest bags ever at the dollar store that said i heart bling on them. we were so trashy. get it? ha ha ha.
i love my adolescence class. that's where i'm going now.
what a fucking stupid entry. sorry if you read it.
smoochies