We took the Mayflower!
I hate school. A lot.
This girl in one of my classes was talking about if she isn't super busy she goes nuts. I wanted to ask her what her problem was and punch her in the forehead.
I'm very irritable lately.
I'm very poor lately as well. I have to make like $80 in like a week. Any suggestions? I would prefer to do something where I can wear clothes. But I guess when times get rough..beggers can't be choosers and by all means, I am the beggar.
I kinda want to go to a kegger.
Just thinking about summer gets me all excited inside and out. To my toes to fingertipppps.
I still don't know where I'll be next year. Bonk. I am getting so anxious. I need to deal with housing/roommates (although I'm kinda toying with living alone--mother won't approve), registering, blahblahblah.
FAFSA pissed on me again. I don't think I was this drenched last year. My financial aid package sucks. More loans. Fuck.
I need fun. Right now. I can't even write my paper I'm so bored and unfocused.
My sister's cat broke my manatee water globe thing. I was pissed. I love manatees.
OOOOOKKKKAAAAYYYYYYY....
since this is a bust and Travis doesn't answer his phone, I'll get back to my stupid paper. Urg.
Oh yeah, so I'm running this 5K run thing on saturday, right? No, for real. I am "running" it. My chest is going to explode. It's for abused children, I think. After I'm done with it I'll probably love nothing more than to kick some helpless person in the face. Ironic? Nah. I'm just that violent. That was lame.
Countdown to summer:
3 papers.
4 tests.
3 weeks of sleepless nights.
MAKE FERN CITY PROUD.
This girl in one of my classes was talking about if she isn't super busy she goes nuts. I wanted to ask her what her problem was and punch her in the forehead.
I'm very irritable lately.
I'm very poor lately as well. I have to make like $80 in like a week. Any suggestions? I would prefer to do something where I can wear clothes. But I guess when times get rough..beggers can't be choosers and by all means, I am the beggar.
I kinda want to go to a kegger.
Just thinking about summer gets me all excited inside and out. To my toes to fingertipppps.
I still don't know where I'll be next year. Bonk. I am getting so anxious. I need to deal with housing/roommates (although I'm kinda toying with living alone--mother won't approve), registering, blahblahblah.
FAFSA pissed on me again. I don't think I was this drenched last year. My financial aid package sucks. More loans. Fuck.
I need fun. Right now. I can't even write my paper I'm so bored and unfocused.
My sister's cat broke my manatee water globe thing. I was pissed. I love manatees.
OOOOOKKKKAAAAYYYYYYY....
since this is a bust and Travis doesn't answer his phone, I'll get back to my stupid paper. Urg.
Oh yeah, so I'm running this 5K run thing on saturday, right? No, for real. I am "running" it. My chest is going to explode. It's for abused children, I think. After I'm done with it I'll probably love nothing more than to kick some helpless person in the face. Ironic? Nah. I'm just that violent. That was lame.
Countdown to summer:
3 papers.
4 tests.
3 weeks of sleepless nights.
MAKE FERN CITY PROUD.