Hmm...
So, I woke up at 6 today. I just woke up looked at the clock it was 6 and I was really awake and I got out of bed. It's kind of nice. But then again it is kind of scary. I haven't been a morning person since college started. I enjoy waking up at ya know anywhere between 11-2. But I guess 6 is good too. Its just weird. I've showered already, and I'm ready to go to class, just waiting for the clock to catch up with me. It's a good thing I feel super energized this morning because I have a lot to do. I need to write a lesson plan today, study for a test that is today, and start about 3 billion art projects, start studying for next week, and clean my fishes. They are swimming around at the very top of the bowl because they are oxygen deprived. I'm pretty much a horrible person. I have some funny stories.... 2 actually, one is just more of an event.
Funny Event #1:
I attended a sex toy party. What is a sex toy party you might be asking. Well, let me tell you... It's like a tupperware party only they sell sex toys. It was fun, awkward, but once the alcohol kicked in everything was fine. Okay, that not really funny, just more of a WTF event, but that's alright.
Funny Story #2:
So this was taking place yesterday morning, well okay 11am. I had to be at work in 30 minutes and I wanted to squeeze lunch in too. So basically I was in a hurry. I was getting dressed specificaly putting a halter top in (ya know the one's with the shelf bra in them). Well, anyways I'm in the middle of putting it on and the phone rings. It scared me, and I let go of the shirt and the elastic hit me right in the nipple. I started to cry because it hurt so bad. And then the phone was just a telemarketer. I started laughing at myself because who cries when they get dressed? Aren't you supposed to have getting dressed down to a sciene when you are like 2. Hope I at least made you smile.
Some day soon, I should clean my room. It's really bad, but everytime I start cleaning I think... I'm only going to be here another month, what does it matter. Not to mention I still haven't unpacked from spring break, no point in that now. Least that is my opnion.
Wow, this is offically bored rammbling. I was thinking about not going to UMD next year, and I'm going to miss the people, the freedom, and my friends! And lets face it living at home is really going to suck. Not to mention, my mom gave my brother my matresses because his were hurting his back. I'm probably going to have to buy new ones. Not like that even really matters, but I dunno. Living at home... I pretty much don't like my Dad. My mom well. I like her and all, but she can get really annoying. She is so opnionated and close-minded. I hope she gets a job soon. I've never had a stay at home mom, and I'm really not enjoying it, and I'm not even home! I'm at college, having a stay at home mom when I'm at home... I can't even imagine.
But there are so many perks to living in Cary. It's familiar and comfortable. I don't get lost. I know where everything is. I don't have to drive around for 30 minutes at a time trying to find a parking spot even a shitty ass one. I won't have to go to the laundry-mat. And I get to see my dog, Snickers. Plus I can hang out with the Cary folk. Chicago is only a train ride, or car ride away.
Last night I laid in bed thinking about names for like a hour. I don't even know why. Oh and I had a dream, I think I was asleep, maybe I just thought it. But I fell in love with some guy named Michael, and then I said, I can't date you anymore your name doesn't start with a B. But then his first name was Bear. And I said oh, Okay. I can date you then, I'll call you Beary. Oh, I make myself laugh even in my dreams. :c) Well, Good thing I was bored enough to make a super long post like this, and that you were bored enough to read it all. Have a great morning, afternoon, evening depending when you read this. :c)
Funny Event #1:
I attended a sex toy party. What is a sex toy party you might be asking. Well, let me tell you... It's like a tupperware party only they sell sex toys. It was fun, awkward, but once the alcohol kicked in everything was fine. Okay, that not really funny, just more of a WTF event, but that's alright.
Funny Story #2:
So this was taking place yesterday morning, well okay 11am. I had to be at work in 30 minutes and I wanted to squeeze lunch in too. So basically I was in a hurry. I was getting dressed specificaly putting a halter top in (ya know the one's with the shelf bra in them). Well, anyways I'm in the middle of putting it on and the phone rings. It scared me, and I let go of the shirt and the elastic hit me right in the nipple. I started to cry because it hurt so bad. And then the phone was just a telemarketer. I started laughing at myself because who cries when they get dressed? Aren't you supposed to have getting dressed down to a sciene when you are like 2. Hope I at least made you smile.
Some day soon, I should clean my room. It's really bad, but everytime I start cleaning I think... I'm only going to be here another month, what does it matter. Not to mention I still haven't unpacked from spring break, no point in that now. Least that is my opnion.
Wow, this is offically bored rammbling. I was thinking about not going to UMD next year, and I'm going to miss the people, the freedom, and my friends! And lets face it living at home is really going to suck. Not to mention, my mom gave my brother my matresses because his were hurting his back. I'm probably going to have to buy new ones. Not like that even really matters, but I dunno. Living at home... I pretty much don't like my Dad. My mom well. I like her and all, but she can get really annoying. She is so opnionated and close-minded. I hope she gets a job soon. I've never had a stay at home mom, and I'm really not enjoying it, and I'm not even home! I'm at college, having a stay at home mom when I'm at home... I can't even imagine.
But there are so many perks to living in Cary. It's familiar and comfortable. I don't get lost. I know where everything is. I don't have to drive around for 30 minutes at a time trying to find a parking spot even a shitty ass one. I won't have to go to the laundry-mat. And I get to see my dog, Snickers. Plus I can hang out with the Cary folk. Chicago is only a train ride, or car ride away.
Last night I laid in bed thinking about names for like a hour. I don't even know why. Oh and I had a dream, I think I was asleep, maybe I just thought it. But I fell in love with some guy named Michael, and then I said, I can't date you anymore your name doesn't start with a B. But then his first name was Bear. And I said oh, Okay. I can date you then, I'll call you Beary. Oh, I make myself laugh even in my dreams. :c) Well, Good thing I was bored enough to make a super long post like this, and that you were bored enough to read it all. Have a great morning, afternoon, evening depending when you read this. :c)