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i have a lot to do tomorrow. tomorrow is a big day. i'm feeling very nervous and stressed.
i have my psych final. i really want to do well becuase i really really liked this class and my professor. i hate when i dont do perfectly in a class that i have a full-on interest in and really love. it makes me feel really guilty. i really hope i do well.
then i'm signing up for summer classes. i'm in such a rush for life, it's really terrible. i want to finish college in two and a half years or less and i want to find the guy of my dreams and i just want figure out what i want to do/be and get this stupid "life" started and i want to be completely secure and happy.
i'm going to go buy my paint pens (for this i'm thrilled!), i have to do hair for a lot of girls' prom (this will be the most stressfull part of my day, but in a good way), and go to hastings, and buy dinner. the pens and hastings and the dinner is going to put me over for the week with my budget. hmm. maybe i just wont eat at dinner? then i'll only be over like $7 and i can just make it up. hmm.
my phone sings pretty songs to me now and i like it a lot. it makes me smile. but i dont like having a new phone becuase of all of my old phone habits. i jsut dont like change.
my new manager is great though. i just put in my two weeks, but i completely adore will. he's so great. if i thought he'd ever have any interest in me i'd say i'd pursue him once i'm done there, but i wont.
so this guy came in today. he's writing some freelance article for the inlander on street racers/racing? and he came in to see if we knew any of them? and we got onto the topic of journalism and i told him abotu me and the spokesman and my eastern classes and whatnot and about my professor, steve blewett (ex spokesman). and he was just very creepy. and he said "i hate the spokesman. blewett's an asshole... oh great. now you're going to tell blewett that you talked to me and he'll go tell the people at the spokesman and now i'll have to kill someone." and he was completely serious. i tried to laugh, but i guess it wasnt funny. and then he went on and was like, "if i dont, they will." and again--stone serious. i was kind of scared by that point and decided to stop talking to him and proceed to the register and as he was walking out he was all "dont tell them you talked to me. i didnt come here."
it's 10:28. and i'm yawning. i still have three hours of studying left in me. two and a half.
i have my psych final. i really want to do well becuase i really really liked this class and my professor. i hate when i dont do perfectly in a class that i have a full-on interest in and really love. it makes me feel really guilty. i really hope i do well.
then i'm signing up for summer classes. i'm in such a rush for life, it's really terrible. i want to finish college in two and a half years or less and i want to find the guy of my dreams and i just want figure out what i want to do/be and get this stupid "life" started and i want to be completely secure and happy.
i'm going to go buy my paint pens (for this i'm thrilled!), i have to do hair for a lot of girls' prom (this will be the most stressfull part of my day, but in a good way), and go to hastings, and buy dinner. the pens and hastings and the dinner is going to put me over for the week with my budget. hmm. maybe i just wont eat at dinner? then i'll only be over like $7 and i can just make it up. hmm.
my phone sings pretty songs to me now and i like it a lot. it makes me smile. but i dont like having a new phone becuase of all of my old phone habits. i jsut dont like change.
my new manager is great though. i just put in my two weeks, but i completely adore will. he's so great. if i thought he'd ever have any interest in me i'd say i'd pursue him once i'm done there, but i wont.
so this guy came in today. he's writing some freelance article for the inlander on street racers/racing? and he came in to see if we knew any of them? and we got onto the topic of journalism and i told him abotu me and the spokesman and my eastern classes and whatnot and about my professor, steve blewett (ex spokesman). and he was just very creepy. and he said "i hate the spokesman. blewett's an asshole... oh great. now you're going to tell blewett that you talked to me and he'll go tell the people at the spokesman and now i'll have to kill someone." and he was completely serious. i tried to laugh, but i guess it wasnt funny. and then he went on and was like, "if i dont, they will." and again--stone serious. i was kind of scared by that point and decided to stop talking to him and proceed to the register and as he was walking out he was all "dont tell them you talked to me. i didnt come here."
it's 10:28. and i'm yawning. i still have three hours of studying left in me. two and a half.