* i don't wanna come back down from this cloud *
How is everybody on this lovely Wednesday morning?
Let me tell you how I am.
I'm tired, because I thought it would be cool to go to bed at an obscenely late time and still get up incredibly early in the morning to go to Electronic / Desktop Publishing (no, not for making websites).
I'm stressed, because April is my partner in Public Relations and she didn't call me last night after her class like she was supposed to so that we could arrange a time to go to the Bangor Humane Society. So I am probably going to say fuck her and go by myself because her laziness isn't going to bring my grade down. Fortunately, the same professor that teaches Public Relations is my teacher for this class, as well, so at the end of class I am going to approach him and explain the situation so he knows I'm the one doing the work here, and maybe then my grade will show it and hers won't.
I'm fairly sure that fucking kid on computer 11 was on my computer. I went to 17 but I think that's for my other class. I have a hard time remembering.
This room is way too dim. I hate it. They must think it's all modern-looking and fascinating, but it's definitely not.
I know what I'm going to do today. I'm going to go to the Humane Society and come out with a fucking pet. I'm such a sucker for pets. I always get pets that I don't want, like little caged dumb things that just smell and die. Fish, especially, cos they're cheap.
No- have resolve, Nicole. Go forth into the Humane Society with a solitary purpose in mind: to find out and discover the way public relations works in a non-profit spectrum based on the mission statement of the group.
Ahem.
Whatever.
I'm definitely in the wrong row, but the kid who knows everything we're doing sat at computer 11 so I think I fucked him up and he's going by where I'm sitting, which is kind of sad.
Yeah I'm totally in the wrong row.
Let me tell you how I am.
I'm tired, because I thought it would be cool to go to bed at an obscenely late time and still get up incredibly early in the morning to go to Electronic / Desktop Publishing (no, not for making websites).
I'm stressed, because April is my partner in Public Relations and she didn't call me last night after her class like she was supposed to so that we could arrange a time to go to the Bangor Humane Society. So I am probably going to say fuck her and go by myself because her laziness isn't going to bring my grade down. Fortunately, the same professor that teaches Public Relations is my teacher for this class, as well, so at the end of class I am going to approach him and explain the situation so he knows I'm the one doing the work here, and maybe then my grade will show it and hers won't.
I'm fairly sure that fucking kid on computer 11 was on my computer. I went to 17 but I think that's for my other class. I have a hard time remembering.
This room is way too dim. I hate it. They must think it's all modern-looking and fascinating, but it's definitely not.
I know what I'm going to do today. I'm going to go to the Humane Society and come out with a fucking pet. I'm such a sucker for pets. I always get pets that I don't want, like little caged dumb things that just smell and die. Fish, especially, cos they're cheap.
No- have resolve, Nicole. Go forth into the Humane Society with a solitary purpose in mind: to find out and discover the way public relations works in a non-profit spectrum based on the mission statement of the group.
Ahem.
Whatever.
I'm definitely in the wrong row, but the kid who knows everything we're doing sat at computer 11 so I think I fucked him up and he's going by where I'm sitting, which is kind of sad.
Yeah I'm totally in the wrong row.