omggg i'm babbling again!
ah hahahaha!
it's like, 1:20, i started working on a 6 page paper like, 20 minutes ago, it's due @ 3:30. this is how the fuck i roll, i guess. it's so stressful being in your LAST FEW WEEKS of college education, all you want to do is fuck off and not give a shit, and honestly if my mom hadn't been all "well, you need to realize that this is your LAST CHANCE to push up your GPA, or at least maintain it", i probably wouldn't even be writing this thing. it's like, a total struggle within myself, an epic battle of morals and LAAAAZINESS. of course, it doesn't help that my ex-trainhoppin' used-to-be-homeless crusty-as-fuck but ALWAYS GODDAMN HAPPY hurricane of a lover is always telling me to stop stressing out and go with the flow, do what makes me happy etc etc etc. i hate being surrounded with people who don't have a care in the world, while i'm bogged down like atlas with the fucking weight of the world on my shoulders. it's not fair. i want that lightness. i want to have a job, where i work incredibly hard, but as soon as the clock strikes 5, i can bolt outside, frolicking for the sheer joy of it, and not have to think on the 'ol jobby job again until the next day. i'm sick of carrying everything around with me.
oh blah blah blah blah complain complain complain. i KNOW i have it a lot easier than most other fuckers out there. i just like to revel in my mania, and am actually welcoming this opportunity to finally burst forth into writing in my LOOOOONG neglected eljjjj.
if only you all could hear my inner dialogue as i'm typing this. it's fuckkkkking ridiculous.
i've been having weird dreams, and apparently my toenails are far too long AND SHARP, because this morning while we were sleeping i accidentally, NON-MALICIOUSLY cut the fuck out of geoffs foot with my nail. haa
i laughed. that's probably mean.
anyways, in OOOOTHER news, everything else is pretty much fine, barring the frequent freak-outs of paralyzing fear about my so-called "future". lots of fun trips planned for this summer of freedom, as always totally shirking and shrinking from the "REAL WORLD"... i'm in love, it's going strong, i'm usually surrounded by positive, inspiring people, and i suffer weekly from spiraling highs and lows. i tend to avoid substance abuse on the whole, have cut down drinking SUUUUBSTANTIALLY and am having a total love affair with my delicious little car.
FREEDOM!
now back to writing about reality TV. woooohooooooooooo!
it's like, 1:20, i started working on a 6 page paper like, 20 minutes ago, it's due @ 3:30. this is how the fuck i roll, i guess. it's so stressful being in your LAST FEW WEEKS of college education, all you want to do is fuck off and not give a shit, and honestly if my mom hadn't been all "well, you need to realize that this is your LAST CHANCE to push up your GPA, or at least maintain it", i probably wouldn't even be writing this thing. it's like, a total struggle within myself, an epic battle of morals and LAAAAZINESS. of course, it doesn't help that my ex-trainhoppin' used-to-be-homeless crusty-as-fuck but ALWAYS GODDAMN HAPPY hurricane of a lover is always telling me to stop stressing out and go with the flow, do what makes me happy etc etc etc. i hate being surrounded with people who don't have a care in the world, while i'm bogged down like atlas with the fucking weight of the world on my shoulders. it's not fair. i want that lightness. i want to have a job, where i work incredibly hard, but as soon as the clock strikes 5, i can bolt outside, frolicking for the sheer joy of it, and not have to think on the 'ol jobby job again until the next day. i'm sick of carrying everything around with me.
oh blah blah blah blah complain complain complain. i KNOW i have it a lot easier than most other fuckers out there. i just like to revel in my mania, and am actually welcoming this opportunity to finally burst forth into writing in my LOOOOONG neglected eljjjj.
if only you all could hear my inner dialogue as i'm typing this. it's fuckkkkking ridiculous.
i've been having weird dreams, and apparently my toenails are far too long AND SHARP, because this morning while we were sleeping i accidentally, NON-MALICIOUSLY cut the fuck out of geoffs foot with my nail. haa
i laughed. that's probably mean.
anyways, in OOOOTHER news, everything else is pretty much fine, barring the frequent freak-outs of paralyzing fear about my so-called "future". lots of fun trips planned for this summer of freedom, as always totally shirking and shrinking from the "REAL WORLD"... i'm in love, it's going strong, i'm usually surrounded by positive, inspiring people, and i suffer weekly from spiraling highs and lows. i tend to avoid substance abuse on the whole, have cut down drinking SUUUUBSTANTIALLY and am having a total love affair with my delicious little car.
FREEDOM!
now back to writing about reality TV. woooohooooooooooo!