where's the pretty girl?
Okay really. I hate finals.
This school makes me feel like I am pretty much the dumbest person alive. Doomed to mediocrity and second-rate-ness. fucking fuck.
I cannot motivate myself. I cannot focus. I cannot think.
My attention span parallels that of a fly.
I hate drama, hypocrisy, repressed individuals, and general bullshit. Give into love or live in fear. I think a lot of people are living in fear.
I also dislike Allen, the coordinator at work, because I got reprimanded for something he did?
Fun times include-- random nightime visits from my boy; mocking a shitty Macbeth/Pizza House/snowball fight night with Katie/Adam/Gilbert; hanging out with asson at emily findley's house
I also love my black boots (tres chic), my soft scarf with pink, orange, blue and green stripes... that's about it. Oh, and how bethany tells me how pretty I am every time I see her.
In conclusion, if I could stop feeling second-rate, if random drama could stop, and if I could keep looking this cute, the world would be a happy place.
This school makes me feel like I am pretty much the dumbest person alive. Doomed to mediocrity and second-rate-ness. fucking fuck.
I cannot motivate myself. I cannot focus. I cannot think.
My attention span parallels that of a fly.
I hate drama, hypocrisy, repressed individuals, and general bullshit. Give into love or live in fear. I think a lot of people are living in fear.
I also dislike Allen, the coordinator at work, because I got reprimanded for something he did?
Fun times include-- random nightime visits from my boy; mocking a shitty Macbeth/Pizza House/snowball fight night with Katie/Adam/Gilbert; hanging out with asson at emily findley's house
I also love my black boots (tres chic), my soft scarf with pink, orange, blue and green stripes... that's about it. Oh, and how bethany tells me how pretty I am every time I see her.
In conclusion, if I could stop feeling second-rate, if random drama could stop, and if I could keep looking this cute, the world would be a happy place.