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I don't even remember the last time I updated. Life is so technology-based nowadays that I feel a bit out of touch with everything. I haven't had tv (period) since.. before Thanksgiving. I haven't had cable since I moved out of the UNCA dorm. I don't care so much about television, but it would be nice to be updated on the world every once and awhile. I suppose if I had the internet at home I could be updated, but I don't have that either, so all I have are my books. And studying. And working. And that's about it.
Jason, Kemper, and I watched Paranormal Activity. I actually liked it a bit until the end - I feel there was a lack of creativity there at the end, so they just made up some random, stupid ending. It wasn't exactly what I would call "scary," but it definitely left me feeling weirded out. And just odd. I had a strange dream (like I knew I would), so I woke myself up. This was at three am. Apparently I couldn't just let myself fall asleep. For two hours. Sometimes I really hate myself in all my paranoia. I woke up again while Jason was going to work, and I remember asking him, "You're leaving me now?" I also remember not wanting to tell him about last night and how badly I freaked myself out. I seriously used to think scary things like that actually used to happen around me - mostly when I was younger, but there have been a few times in my teenage years where I was paranoid about some spirit, ghost, or whatever watching me. Ugh.
We then proceeded to watch The Hangover. Why I couldn't dream about fucking the hot teacher guy, I have NO IDEA.
I am happy in school; I'm making good grades and all that, but I am so frustrated about money. Before I deposited one of Jason's paychecks today, apparently my bank account was eighty-some dollars in the negative. I need a stable job with a stable income and benefits and I need to get the fuck out of this hole I have been in.
My boobs have been hurting like crazy lately; I hope they're just growing - not that I'm pregnant. Fuck fuck fuck.
Jason, Kemper, and I watched Paranormal Activity. I actually liked it a bit until the end - I feel there was a lack of creativity there at the end, so they just made up some random, stupid ending. It wasn't exactly what I would call "scary," but it definitely left me feeling weirded out. And just odd. I had a strange dream (like I knew I would), so I woke myself up. This was at three am. Apparently I couldn't just let myself fall asleep. For two hours. Sometimes I really hate myself in all my paranoia. I woke up again while Jason was going to work, and I remember asking him, "You're leaving me now?" I also remember not wanting to tell him about last night and how badly I freaked myself out. I seriously used to think scary things like that actually used to happen around me - mostly when I was younger, but there have been a few times in my teenage years where I was paranoid about some spirit, ghost, or whatever watching me. Ugh.
We then proceeded to watch The Hangover. Why I couldn't dream about fucking the hot teacher guy, I have NO IDEA.
I am happy in school; I'm making good grades and all that, but I am so frustrated about money. Before I deposited one of Jason's paychecks today, apparently my bank account was eighty-some dollars in the negative. I need a stable job with a stable income and benefits and I need to get the fuck out of this hole I have been in.
My boobs have been hurting like crazy lately; I hope they're just growing - not that I'm pregnant. Fuck fuck fuck.