Making love to you was never second best
When did life turn into a constant state of reading; of holing myself up in my room to read incessantly from Milton, about AIDS, 18th Century Poetry, about working at the Flint GM plant? Well, more specifically, when did MY life turn into that? The best part is, that I would rather do that than anything else right now despite the monotony of reading the same damn things over and over again.
I'm going to Chicago for my birthday with my mom and my sister and the date has been decided upon just yesterday. It should be good? We'll see.
I'm working 11 whopping hours this weekend. For those of you who don't think that's a lot of hours, it really is at my job. Last semester I only worked 3 hours on the weekend, so it's a step up for me. More like a giant leap. I can get homework done. I need this. That's what I keep telling myself because I'm a little sad that I can't go to the party at 539 Virginia on Friday. But, I'm being studious and I'm doing better than last spring semester.
I guess I should go to bed now because I think lack of sleep is causing the stabbing pain in my forehead every day.
I'm going to Chicago for my birthday with my mom and my sister and the date has been decided upon just yesterday. It should be good? We'll see.
I'm working 11 whopping hours this weekend. For those of you who don't think that's a lot of hours, it really is at my job. Last semester I only worked 3 hours on the weekend, so it's a step up for me. More like a giant leap. I can get homework done. I need this. That's what I keep telling myself because I'm a little sad that I can't go to the party at 539 Virginia on Friday. But, I'm being studious and I'm doing better than last spring semester.
I guess I should go to bed now because I think lack of sleep is causing the stabbing pain in my forehead every day.