serves her right, not knowing just exactly what she wants
something about cloudy days really gets to me. that and reminiscing about all the people i grew up with. i just found out that one of my good friends from elementary school goes to college with me. how odd. but you know, there's no point in trying to find him on campus, because he'll just end up being an asshole and a huge disappointment from the kid i used to know and hang out with. they always are.
ok ok. minus you, dayna. lol. but i mean c'mon? paul creely? he used to be one of my best friends, and now he's totally lame and full of himself. sigh. oh well.
i have nothing to say. i've been trying to write but the words aren't coming out. i have to work at 6 am tomorrow. then it's off to necto tomorrow night for anna's 22nd birthday. ooh fun, waking up at 5 and being up until 2 am! remember those stupid stream of consciousness poems we always did? anyone who did those with mr. delp knows what i'm talking about...mine was about my grandparents (loosely) and mr. delp told me it was heartless. lol. classic. he was totally appauled when i pretty much alluded to the fact that my grandfather is on the verge of death. but god, he has been (so we thought) for so long. who knows how much longer he'll be around? i talked to my grandmother yesterday and she told me she had a check for me. i asked her why and she goes "because you were born into the right family!"
what a perfect answer. my family is a mess. i guess it depends on how you define "right". financially stable? yes. mentally stable? not. even. close.
but anyway, back to my philosophy paper on the subjective character of consciousness: how species-specific subjectivity is flawed. anyone wanna proofread? haha.
ok ok. minus you, dayna. lol. but i mean c'mon? paul creely? he used to be one of my best friends, and now he's totally lame and full of himself. sigh. oh well.
i have nothing to say. i've been trying to write but the words aren't coming out. i have to work at 6 am tomorrow. then it's off to necto tomorrow night for anna's 22nd birthday. ooh fun, waking up at 5 and being up until 2 am! remember those stupid stream of consciousness poems we always did? anyone who did those with mr. delp knows what i'm talking about...mine was about my grandparents (loosely) and mr. delp told me it was heartless. lol. classic. he was totally appauled when i pretty much alluded to the fact that my grandfather is on the verge of death. but god, he has been (so we thought) for so long. who knows how much longer he'll be around? i talked to my grandmother yesterday and she told me she had a check for me. i asked her why and she goes "because you were born into the right family!"
what a perfect answer. my family is a mess. i guess it depends on how you define "right". financially stable? yes. mentally stable? not. even. close.
but anyway, back to my philosophy paper on the subjective character of consciousness: how species-specific subjectivity is flawed. anyone wanna proofread? haha.