Alone's the only way I've ever known
I am doing the following:
not getting fucked up
finding an apartment and/or staying in Phi Kap b/c it's cheap until I get my own place
searching EBay for a laptop
getting my finances in order so I can go back to school Winter Quarter
ok, actually, it'll be more like Spring Quarter or next Fall b/c I want to get into EMedia and/or DAAP
working my ass off
leaving you alone because that's what you want
I feel like one of those psycho stalkers who is misreading and misinterpreting shit. So I'm going to not do anything. I will let things happen. What the fuck ever.
"That's rather homoerotic."--thank you, Scotty.
Broke my toe walking home from Victor. This should prove interesting tomorrow for work.
I applied to a multitude of places today. Hopefully I'll get the job at P.F.Chang's.
I called my grammy today. She's behind me, but wants me to talk to my mom. I almost feel like I was a fucking experiment in the sense that if I failed, you wouldn't follow in my footsteps. I don't understand what it is about me that turns so many people off. But whatever.
I kind of feel like I could totally do something to get back at someone that would make them so fucking mad. But my friend who tried that already proved that it doesn't make anyone feel any better, it just makes you feel used. So, yes. I won't be doing that.
I've discovered that I need to get my shit in order before other things are going to happen.
Wish me luck.
Later.
not getting fucked up
finding an apartment and/or staying in Phi Kap b/c it's cheap until I get my own place
searching EBay for a laptop
getting my finances in order so I can go back to school Winter Quarter
ok, actually, it'll be more like Spring Quarter or next Fall b/c I want to get into EMedia and/or DAAP
working my ass off
leaving you alone because that's what you want
I feel like one of those psycho stalkers who is misreading and misinterpreting shit. So I'm going to not do anything. I will let things happen. What the fuck ever.
"That's rather homoerotic."--thank you, Scotty.
Broke my toe walking home from Victor. This should prove interesting tomorrow for work.
I applied to a multitude of places today. Hopefully I'll get the job at P.F.Chang's.
I called my grammy today. She's behind me, but wants me to talk to my mom. I almost feel like I was a fucking experiment in the sense that if I failed, you wouldn't follow in my footsteps. I don't understand what it is about me that turns so many people off. But whatever.
I kind of feel like I could totally do something to get back at someone that would make them so fucking mad. But my friend who tried that already proved that it doesn't make anyone feel any better, it just makes you feel used. So, yes. I won't be doing that.
I've discovered that I need to get my shit in order before other things are going to happen.
Wish me luck.
Later.