Warning
Alright, this post should serve as a warning to all [what 2 people? thats not to say they are insignificant in any way however] that my live journal is now going to become the site where I put all of the ranting off the top of my head, news, concerns and other basic suff I just feel like writing about in here. In other words all of it is going to lack just about any sort of polish one might imagine a journal to posses. So get over it and listen to me bitch, whine, ramble and other wise waste your time with my unimportant information. Either that or don't. I don't care. If you want something more refined go to my Xanga site, or read the crap on myspace, or deviantart.
In any event I'm finaly getting over this damn fever. Only the cough and weakness to temperature change remain. I didn't have class yesterday which was amazing, escpecially since I got to miss journalism [which is one of the classes I'm behind in, big surprise] and math was pushed back a day so the test should come after the weekend now, instead of right before it.
Yestday Rachael told me I needed a Vacation. She is probably right. I would love to take one. I would love to go down to florida and see Kenny. However, once again, I don't have the time or money to do it. Yee-haw. Maybe this summer. To hell with it. I should just make it up in my mind that I am going to go this summer. To hell with my fucking dead end job, to hell with fucking expenses, to hell with having time. I'll make time. This summer is going to be different. I'm going to do exactly what I wouldn't do, all the irresponsible things, spur of the moment, for me and no one else, like saying fuck you to my job and finding a better one, and everything else.
In any event I'm finaly getting over this damn fever. Only the cough and weakness to temperature change remain. I didn't have class yesterday which was amazing, escpecially since I got to miss journalism [which is one of the classes I'm behind in, big surprise] and math was pushed back a day so the test should come after the weekend now, instead of right before it.
Yestday Rachael told me I needed a Vacation. She is probably right. I would love to take one. I would love to go down to florida and see Kenny. However, once again, I don't have the time or money to do it. Yee-haw. Maybe this summer. To hell with it. I should just make it up in my mind that I am going to go this summer. To hell with my fucking dead end job, to hell with fucking expenses, to hell with having time. I'll make time. This summer is going to be different. I'm going to do exactly what I wouldn't do, all the irresponsible things, spur of the moment, for me and no one else, like saying fuck you to my job and finding a better one, and everything else.