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Ok, I'm frustrated enough to finally use this fucking thing. My life is just ridiculous sometimes. For the past 2 or 3 weeks, I've been pretty bored. Not much to do on weekends, not much schoolwork either. Well, there was Gator Growl last friday, and I do regret missing that.
But this week EVERYTHINGISHAPPENINGATONCE. I had two tests already, one that I studied so much for last night that I got 3 hours of sleep. My mom is visiting tommorrow. I'm out of groceries, but don't have time to buy them. My light is broken, don't have time to get someone to fix it. Broke the shades, don't have time to fix them.
Oh, and this weekend? THREE THINGS HAPPENING FRIDAY, and I can only go to one. This pisses me off so much, because I guaran-fucking-tee that for the weekend after next, there will be NOTHING going on and I'll be bored. Andy is having his (rather expensive) birthday party in Tallahasee this friday, complete with $10 alcohol charge. Huh? I thought that was a little rude when he told me that. Oh, but in a seperate universe, away from my ears somehow, a camping trip in Ginnie Springs has been planned for this weekend with just about all my friends around here. Cory tells me this tonight. He's the only one that fucking tells me anything. Ok, no problem, we'll just get Andy to come down to Ginnie and party with us there. THEY'RE ALL HIS FRIENDS TOO, and even at his FSU party he has no "new" people invited. We have two seperate events, at the same time, for the same clique. But Andy won't have it, because he has to work Saturday. THIS IS FRIDAY WE'RE TALKING ABOUT HERE. The same night as the Snare and a Chair show, did I mention that? Oh but he'll be tired. Fuck that, I slept three hours last night.
So now it looks like we're going to FSU followed by camping on Saturday. But Christ, I wanted to go camping so much earlier, and now I have to miss out. This is just so ridiculous. Of course, now I have to get some weed, although...well, that brings up complications, but I really want to be toasted on a camping trip. Speaking of trips, I also found some shrooms growing in the grass that bruised blue, indicating possible psylocibin. I tried to ID them but couldn't. I just threw them away. Didn't have time to ID them and even if I did, I'd worry about it anyway and have a bad trip. That's another thing I want to do so badly...trip on shrooms in the forest. Well, not this time. Probably not ;)
I'm really close to not going to Andy's party. It'd save money, that's for *damn* sure. Gas isn't cheap, and Tally isn't close. I'm calling him tommorrow about it. I want to go to both, ideally at the same time. I'm not happy he's making me choose.
Of course, I feel like a cunt just whining about all this. Literally and figuratively. This seems like the sort of nonsensical thing that women complain about all the time. Good thing I'm the only one to read this.
But this week EVERYTHINGISHAPPENINGATONCE. I had two tests already, one that I studied so much for last night that I got 3 hours of sleep. My mom is visiting tommorrow. I'm out of groceries, but don't have time to buy them. My light is broken, don't have time to get someone to fix it. Broke the shades, don't have time to fix them.
Oh, and this weekend? THREE THINGS HAPPENING FRIDAY, and I can only go to one. This pisses me off so much, because I guaran-fucking-tee that for the weekend after next, there will be NOTHING going on and I'll be bored. Andy is having his (rather expensive) birthday party in Tallahasee this friday, complete with $10 alcohol charge. Huh? I thought that was a little rude when he told me that. Oh, but in a seperate universe, away from my ears somehow, a camping trip in Ginnie Springs has been planned for this weekend with just about all my friends around here. Cory tells me this tonight. He's the only one that fucking tells me anything. Ok, no problem, we'll just get Andy to come down to Ginnie and party with us there. THEY'RE ALL HIS FRIENDS TOO, and even at his FSU party he has no "new" people invited. We have two seperate events, at the same time, for the same clique. But Andy won't have it, because he has to work Saturday. THIS IS FRIDAY WE'RE TALKING ABOUT HERE. The same night as the Snare and a Chair show, did I mention that? Oh but he'll be tired. Fuck that, I slept three hours last night.
So now it looks like we're going to FSU followed by camping on Saturday. But Christ, I wanted to go camping so much earlier, and now I have to miss out. This is just so ridiculous. Of course, now I have to get some weed, although...well, that brings up complications, but I really want to be toasted on a camping trip. Speaking of trips, I also found some shrooms growing in the grass that bruised blue, indicating possible psylocibin. I tried to ID them but couldn't. I just threw them away. Didn't have time to ID them and even if I did, I'd worry about it anyway and have a bad trip. That's another thing I want to do so badly...trip on shrooms in the forest. Well, not this time. Probably not ;)
I'm really close to not going to Andy's party. It'd save money, that's for *damn* sure. Gas isn't cheap, and Tally isn't close. I'm calling him tommorrow about it. I want to go to both, ideally at the same time. I'm not happy he's making me choose.
Of course, I feel like a cunt just whining about all this. Literally and figuratively. This seems like the sort of nonsensical thing that women complain about all the time. Good thing I'm the only one to read this.