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Weekly vent:
Fucked because with Thanksgiving I will be going over my 3 absence limit in Comm Arts. 25 points off my total grade. Which is more than a short speech or 2 homework assignments are worth. Fuck. I thoroughly enjoy staying up until 5:30 in the morning studying sucking down on Frappucino and pizza studying for psych. Then that morning sleeping through the alarm and missing my sociology discussion which is something I don't want to do, that class is so far over my head. Not to be out done by the fact that come 4:30, I knew maybe a quarter of the material on the psych exam. Oh fucka-dee-dee; life is wonderful. Hey I can go to rugby, hit something and get my agression out. Oh wait, only after Jenn drops me on my head first. I love when I can't even shower because the feeling of the water hitting my scalp irritates the bruising. Bruising on your head is like never a good thing at all right? Something about blood rushing to the surface of your head doesn't seem very safe.
And I hate to be rude, but fucking use your heads people. The roomate is sitting outside arguing with her boyfriend. Just like every other time they're on the phone. Nothing becomes of these conversations other than bickering. Other friends of mine seem to think I'm blind to their games and idiocy. Wow, I never knew my friends took me for a fool. Kinda hurts, kinda makes me feel like *GASP* "why am I even bothering being your friend?" Maybe I should start doing some spring cleaning early and first start with the good old AIM list, then cell phone list, and possibly Facebook? Play me for a fool shall you? Please don't come crawling to my toes and try to suck the energy when I come home with your social problems and how so and so hurt you I will uncharacteristically walk over you. Honestly why should I have to be bothered with your stupid shit? I live so far from all of you now...do you not think I have my own worries? Do you seriously think that I really care to be bothered by your shit that you got yourself into? Where was I dunno, a good chunk of you when I needed you? Too busy concoting the next pointless angsty drama to toss at me I assume 'cause you sure as hell weren't listening to me. Well, I can say there was one person there. The one that's always been there, and she knows who she is and that's all that matters. Yeah, she is about the only person who doesn't talk to me, "listen" then answer with something totally unrelated, a 'that sucks' or worst of allone upping me with something that happened to you that's worse so that the conversation can turn to you.
Peas & Carrots
Fucked because with Thanksgiving I will be going over my 3 absence limit in Comm Arts. 25 points off my total grade. Which is more than a short speech or 2 homework assignments are worth. Fuck. I thoroughly enjoy staying up until 5:30 in the morning studying sucking down on Frappucino and pizza studying for psych. Then that morning sleeping through the alarm and missing my sociology discussion which is something I don't want to do, that class is so far over my head. Not to be out done by the fact that come 4:30, I knew maybe a quarter of the material on the psych exam. Oh fucka-dee-dee; life is wonderful. Hey I can go to rugby, hit something and get my agression out. Oh wait, only after Jenn drops me on my head first. I love when I can't even shower because the feeling of the water hitting my scalp irritates the bruising. Bruising on your head is like never a good thing at all right? Something about blood rushing to the surface of your head doesn't seem very safe.
And I hate to be rude, but fucking use your heads people. The roomate is sitting outside arguing with her boyfriend. Just like every other time they're on the phone. Nothing becomes of these conversations other than bickering. Other friends of mine seem to think I'm blind to their games and idiocy. Wow, I never knew my friends took me for a fool. Kinda hurts, kinda makes me feel like *GASP* "why am I even bothering being your friend?" Maybe I should start doing some spring cleaning early and first start with the good old AIM list, then cell phone list, and possibly Facebook? Play me for a fool shall you? Please don't come crawling to my toes and try to suck the energy when I come home with your social problems and how so and so hurt you I will uncharacteristically walk over you. Honestly why should I have to be bothered with your stupid shit? I live so far from all of you now...do you not think I have my own worries? Do you seriously think that I really care to be bothered by your shit that you got yourself into? Where was I dunno, a good chunk of you when I needed you? Too busy concoting the next pointless angsty drama to toss at me I assume 'cause you sure as hell weren't listening to me. Well, I can say there was one person there. The one that's always been there, and she knows who she is and that's all that matters. Yeah, she is about the only person who doesn't talk to me, "listen" then answer with something totally unrelated, a 'that sucks' or worst of allone upping me with something that happened to you that's worse so that the conversation can turn to you.
Peas & Carrots