Because Gwen Doesn't Shut Up
I want to Office Space school. You know, just stop going. I think it could work out pretty well. As long as I find some kind of source of income that I don't have to work for. Gwen keeps telling me I should update, and I want her to stop whining (that was meant in the nicest way possible), so I am updating. Hm....spring break has been pretty amazing. Basically it's been Ahmed, B-Lar, Gwenny, and I every day, with Andy, Jen, Heather, Jonny, Rachel, and some others thrown in. Yesterday was entertaining because after B-Lar and Jonny came back from camping (with Phil, can't forget dear Phil), Jonny decided to show Rachel and I his knife collection. Entertaining, yet it is still a collection of instruments of death. Should I think that less entertaining and more scary? Hm...nobody knows. Well, they might, I just don't care. Lent is almost over, that is good, since I am going crazy only being allowed to drink soda on Sunday. I'm not going through any kind of caffeine freak outs, but I just...really want some Coke. Uber bad. About to get an Ipod. That will be good since my itunes is growing as I finally get un-lazy and start downloading stuff. Plus B-Lar keeps burning stuff at my request. Music rocks, a lot. And that was in no way a pun. I'm not going to say it was an un-intended pun. It just isn't a pun, I don't care if by conventional rules it is considered one since i listen to rock music, and i said music rocks. It isn't a pun. Sorry, I hate puns. So this is a warning to everyone, don't use puns around me, I may blow up and hit you in the face. Really hard. Yeah, it could happen. Celia comes back on Wednesday, and then I think we can send in our housing applications. Making my going to OU even more cemented. What fun. Actually really. Though, I may not hang out with any of the kids still in high school, or so say some people. Something about college life being hugely different. I guess it's up to them as much as me to maintain the relationships. Guess we'll see what happens. This was a retarded journal entry, but a perfect one by the definition of journal entry since they are supposed to be here to state what's been going on in my life, how I feel, rather than entertain my friends. I don't even know if that sentence I just constructed makes sense. I usurped Jen's Ipod, and am now listening to it, maybe music and typing at the same time don't work well for me, you tell me. The point of the statement is to explain why that statement may be confusing, the one about journal entries I mean. The reason I won't check to see if it makes sense is because of how damn lazy I am, I don't want to read back and check. It takes time and energy, and just simply isn't worth it. I really hope I don't have any grammar/spelling mistakes because I don't want to fix them.....