only 20 days until she's back
alicia came down last night, we all went to boston and partied at suffolk, it was a great time, only sean couldn't make it and we all really missed him.
i just got back to bevs, i took the train at 9:30 so alicia would have someone to go to north station with. but now i'm home and really bored, and feeling rather sick as well. i'm trying to convince emile to come visit later in the day but i don't think he's going to, i even offered to drive him back to school.
i sold hondy yesterday. hondy was a great car, westfield would have been unbearable with out him. now he belongs to one of the brazilians who works at dunkin donuts.
i'm going to get raped by bills this month, i don't want to think about it, luckily on Thursday i get paid....from both jobs :) i can't tell if i've been working a lot or not, i know it feels like i am but in reality i don't think i worked 30 hours. maybe i did i should look into it. i have to write a speech for my public speaking class due Tuesday. i volunteered to do mine like second i think. public speaking doesn't bother me it's just tedious.
i was looking back on old journal entries, which kinda made me want to write a new one even though i'm not sure if anyone even looks at this anymore (probably a good thing), anyway, so i'm looking at old entries and i come across march 6, 2003 aka my fake spring break entry, and i was reading the comments and l noticed that someone called me an emo queen, which i find humorous, because look at me, besides the fact that eben yearly keeps purposing*, i am so unemo.
last night we played asshole, and everyone took a cigarette break right as i became president, then while they were on the fire escape i told jon he ccould sketch me and then no one wanted to play after that, and two hours later when i remembered i got so disappointed because that always seems to happen to me.
i think i should probably get a puppy
i need to put the canada pictures on line for dunphy, someone remind me to get on that, and when i say "i" i really mean emile.
ok that's it i think i'll shower and call emile to wake him up.
*not totally true.
i just got back to bevs, i took the train at 9:30 so alicia would have someone to go to north station with. but now i'm home and really bored, and feeling rather sick as well. i'm trying to convince emile to come visit later in the day but i don't think he's going to, i even offered to drive him back to school.
i sold hondy yesterday. hondy was a great car, westfield would have been unbearable with out him. now he belongs to one of the brazilians who works at dunkin donuts.
i'm going to get raped by bills this month, i don't want to think about it, luckily on Thursday i get paid....from both jobs :) i can't tell if i've been working a lot or not, i know it feels like i am but in reality i don't think i worked 30 hours. maybe i did i should look into it. i have to write a speech for my public speaking class due Tuesday. i volunteered to do mine like second i think. public speaking doesn't bother me it's just tedious.
i was looking back on old journal entries, which kinda made me want to write a new one even though i'm not sure if anyone even looks at this anymore (probably a good thing), anyway, so i'm looking at old entries and i come across march 6, 2003 aka my fake spring break entry, and i was reading the comments and l noticed that someone called me an emo queen, which i find humorous, because look at me, besides the fact that eben yearly keeps purposing*, i am so unemo.
last night we played asshole, and everyone took a cigarette break right as i became president, then while they were on the fire escape i told jon he ccould sketch me and then no one wanted to play after that, and two hours later when i remembered i got so disappointed because that always seems to happen to me.
i think i should probably get a puppy
i need to put the canada pictures on line for dunphy, someone remind me to get on that, and when i say "i" i really mean emile.
ok that's it i think i'll shower and call emile to wake him up.
*not totally true.