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lifes pretty tight.
i thought my head was going to explode a lot in the past couple days. and it probably will like tommorow or something when i realize how much work i have to do for my womens lit class and how many pages i have to read.
but i just did a lot of work for my lang app. (pshaw to college, but you know, just in case i think it's good for me), my oral history paper ditty thats really just a letter i wrote to my sister about the tight ass kids in bochil, chiapas. i am still wearing the same pj's and underwear i woke up in this morning (i mean this afternoon at 1pm.) and i am writing away. what i should realy be doing is reading but suck my dick.
life is pretty cool, i'm going to ny and boston from teh 10th to the 18th. with anna and clare for ny and then i get to stay in kyles house in boston with hannah and i am going rock the fuck out for like a week straight (as if i dont do that already) and oh yea a fuckin 7"split with kyles band. how much does that rule. too much girl band for 1 seven inch. we gotta get to recording.
um also i am seriously going to go to the warped tour because joan jett and the blackhearts are playing. ummm..do you know how cool joan jett still is? its only 30bux. how worth it is that?
i drank so many cups of caffinated tea and then a big ol coffee so its 230am and i dont even feel it. yea and i guess i've only been awake for 11 hrs. none of which i left the house during.
also, duh, my parents are out of town. i totally like my parents but having my crazy house to my (and hannahs) self is really cool. like really really cool. except when i convince myself that there are ghosts. but whatev. artie, the bitchy queen, destroys them. also my room is like totally clean, its cool.
band practice, lets sound more like the runaways? k?
love, naomi
i thought my head was going to explode a lot in the past couple days. and it probably will like tommorow or something when i realize how much work i have to do for my womens lit class and how many pages i have to read.
but i just did a lot of work for my lang app. (pshaw to college, but you know, just in case i think it's good for me), my oral history paper ditty thats really just a letter i wrote to my sister about the tight ass kids in bochil, chiapas. i am still wearing the same pj's and underwear i woke up in this morning (i mean this afternoon at 1pm.) and i am writing away. what i should realy be doing is reading but suck my dick.
life is pretty cool, i'm going to ny and boston from teh 10th to the 18th. with anna and clare for ny and then i get to stay in kyles house in boston with hannah and i am going rock the fuck out for like a week straight (as if i dont do that already) and oh yea a fuckin 7"split with kyles band. how much does that rule. too much girl band for 1 seven inch. we gotta get to recording.
um also i am seriously going to go to the warped tour because joan jett and the blackhearts are playing. ummm..do you know how cool joan jett still is? its only 30bux. how worth it is that?
i drank so many cups of caffinated tea and then a big ol coffee so its 230am and i dont even feel it. yea and i guess i've only been awake for 11 hrs. none of which i left the house during.
also, duh, my parents are out of town. i totally like my parents but having my crazy house to my (and hannahs) self is really cool. like really really cool. except when i convince myself that there are ghosts. but whatev. artie, the bitchy queen, destroys them. also my room is like totally clean, its cool.
band practice, lets sound more like the runaways? k?
love, naomi