socrates was put to death at his ideas and questions of life.
ahhh. sweet sweet world. i am thinking about crawling over to europe for a few years and try to convince them to not elect a president since my parents seem to think that's going to be the anti-christ. and what not. what good would i do? i'll tell ya what would happen and the answer i simply that i would become power hungry and become the anti-christ myself. things never work out for me. oh. well.
i saw the most beautiful creature in the world today. with his red and black hair [more so orangy red than actual red] and his GORGEOUS lip ring. the fact that he was skinny and wearing girl pants was a definite plus. and...err...he was very attractive. i kinda stared at him until i realized i was staring than i turned away...sweeet. that will be my crush of the semester. after all, i've had one every semester, except spring, because well. i was a taken woman.
my lab partners suck. casey, kristin, and some other guy. but as previous times, it sucks to be pretty. since of course, everyone wants to be at the pretty lab table. the table i am stuck at right now. i was there first, if that makes any self confidence boost. the others always follow i suppose. i guess i'm prettier than the other people in class since they all flocked to my fucking table. or they heard i was easy. either way. it's going to be a long semester.
i'm looking to buy a new car. errr. alan wants me to buy a cheap car, say...1500$. my questions is simply...a car that doesnt run? i've been looiking at cars. i want a decent one to drive after all. a honda, VW, i would also settle for a benz. i could get my hands on one of those. mm. more than likely i will end up with some ugly piece. i refuse. i'll keep the jeep thanks. even if it does cost 47.89 to fill up. come on people.
i'm staying home tonight. because of the gas prices of course. no, not really. i'm fucking exhausted. and those of you who laugh..."haha kayla has to go to school and now she's tired." just remember. because of my aerobics class, in 4 months i will be smarter, in shape, HOTTER THEN YOU, and another 17 hours closer to becoming very sucessful. BAH! oh i'm sorry...i could not help myself.
i want to go on a date. with a nice boy. who will take ME out to dinner. and will kiss me hard, but not try to attack me at the end of the date. call me.
i'm single bitches! and i'm loving every minute of it.
i saw the most beautiful creature in the world today. with his red and black hair [more so orangy red than actual red] and his GORGEOUS lip ring. the fact that he was skinny and wearing girl pants was a definite plus. and...err...he was very attractive. i kinda stared at him until i realized i was staring than i turned away...sweeet. that will be my crush of the semester. after all, i've had one every semester, except spring, because well. i was a taken woman.
my lab partners suck. casey, kristin, and some other guy. but as previous times, it sucks to be pretty. since of course, everyone wants to be at the pretty lab table. the table i am stuck at right now. i was there first, if that makes any self confidence boost. the others always follow i suppose. i guess i'm prettier than the other people in class since they all flocked to my fucking table. or they heard i was easy. either way. it's going to be a long semester.
i'm looking to buy a new car. errr. alan wants me to buy a cheap car, say...1500$. my questions is simply...a car that doesnt run? i've been looiking at cars. i want a decent one to drive after all. a honda, VW, i would also settle for a benz. i could get my hands on one of those. mm. more than likely i will end up with some ugly piece. i refuse. i'll keep the jeep thanks. even if it does cost 47.89 to fill up. come on people.
i'm staying home tonight. because of the gas prices of course. no, not really. i'm fucking exhausted. and those of you who laugh..."haha kayla has to go to school and now she's tired." just remember. because of my aerobics class, in 4 months i will be smarter, in shape, HOTTER THEN YOU, and another 17 hours closer to becoming very sucessful. BAH! oh i'm sorry...i could not help myself.
i want to go on a date. with a nice boy. who will take ME out to dinner. and will kiss me hard, but not try to attack me at the end of the date. call me.
i'm single bitches! and i'm loving every minute of it.