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Oct 31, 2005 08:40

so it's halloween fuckers.
ahh i can't wait till tonight
me jimmy bridget dom ashley & whoever else are going to willis'
i fucking love bridget ann's costume
i'm a cop- cause im sweet like that
bridgets a playboy bunny
^THIS WAS MY ORIGINAL IDEA.
^^BUT MY BOYFRIEND DIDN'T LIKE IT. LOL

anywayss,
last night was gay
dom is awesome though, and walks around in his underwear
just to cheer me & bridget ann up.
ha, good times i must say.

j-money is gunna be a pimp for halloween.
what the shit lol he can go to parties half naked
but i can't.
lol crazy shit. i love him though, so i guess it's okay.

my cutie chill girls have a competition at UB this weekend
i'm thinking about going,
but i really don't want to go home all weekend
i hate going home,
there's nothing to do...
i hate most of the people there,
and everything is so god damn sketchy.

but thats life, and i finally got out of alden so it's okay.

i love the fact that i'm sitting in biology right now
paying zero attention to anything he's saying
but whatever im going to fail this class anyways lol

i have to read the chapter TONIGHT
before i go out.
thats going to be my goal
we'll see how well that works

i yelled at LISA KULPA today
on her live journal
because she doesnt write any interesting passages about her life
like she used to do,
and is is quite dissappointing i must add.

this class needs to end-
or else i am going to rot.
i don't want to go to modern america-
because that isn't any better
oh well at least i like my professor in that class

this one is crazy and doenst teach us anything.

i had an exam last wednesday and still dont know what i got
hes supposed to be posting them today
by noon
so he better.

the patriots won last night
that means ha fuck you michael nunz!
lol it was a good time, it fucking made my night.
which was good because i was sad.
even though i shouldn't have been...
god i hate myself.

seriously, i hate my personality,
and i hate the way i am
because i read to far into a lot of things
but thats just the way i was brought up & it's hard to just change

so thats my goal of the year.
to stop worrying about shit so much
to trust people more
and to stop caring about things so much that it fucks them up.

yes that sounds good.

ok im going to rot for fifteen more minutes of this class.
then im going to go die in modern america.
then i get to go to a meeting with my college comp teacher
--> pajama day gilligan.

ugh shoot me.

okay bye.

fifty-three

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