"I'm a level 60..." "OH NOES"
y'know what guys? I'm not going to lie, but I really despise it here. Besides the fact that our mall seems to have a quotient to how many pregnant teenagers can be in it at any time, and that you can get your ass kicked for wearing red shoelaces, I am just a bundle of loathing when it comes to the Sunshine State.
Besides the basic theme of all my thoughts somehow correlating with how much I hate it here and "when is it going to end?", I have been doing absolutely nothing. I am so bored that I am wishing that I signed up for summer classes at PHCC, just for something to do...I mean, I can't get a job because no one will hire me due to the fact that I'm only going to be here for a month and a half. Hell, I'm almost wishing that World of Warcraft would work on my computer, so I can become hopelessly addicted (it's better than being bored, and it'll provide aquaintances something to talk about at parties, "Oh yeah...I knew this girl, Elizabeth...and because of WoW, she now thinks she is an Ogre Shaman and walks up to people and threateningly tells them that she's a level 60....").
Anyways, I hit my quota of self-loathing, local-loathing, people-loathing etc. for the day, and I have a cat fight to break up.
doing cartwheels on an imaginary subway,
Elizabeth
P.S: I may actually write something worthwhile on imagined racism, but that's if I'm feeling productive.....
Besides the basic theme of all my thoughts somehow correlating with how much I hate it here and "when is it going to end?", I have been doing absolutely nothing. I am so bored that I am wishing that I signed up for summer classes at PHCC, just for something to do...I mean, I can't get a job because no one will hire me due to the fact that I'm only going to be here for a month and a half. Hell, I'm almost wishing that World of Warcraft would work on my computer, so I can become hopelessly addicted (it's better than being bored, and it'll provide aquaintances something to talk about at parties, "Oh yeah...I knew this girl, Elizabeth...and because of WoW, she now thinks she is an Ogre Shaman and walks up to people and threateningly tells them that she's a level 60....").
Anyways, I hit my quota of self-loathing, local-loathing, people-loathing etc. for the day, and I have a cat fight to break up.
doing cartwheels on an imaginary subway,
Elizabeth
P.S: I may actually write something worthwhile on imagined racism, but that's if I'm feeling productive.....