Corona
So, Alex bought me a little kitten last night. We named her Corona and she is the cutest kitty ever! I think she's a little scared still, because she keeps crying n stuff. Last night she slept in the bed with me n Alex and cuddled with us. When we woke up this morning she was laying on Alex's chest sleeping. Bah, I love him so much! He said, "I wanted to get you a kitty because I know you love them.. and I love you." Could life be any better? honestly, can it? I've said that before but every day it gets better.
Anyway, it's fuckin 6:30 am and I'm fuckin tired. I had to wake up early to take Alex to work. I figured it's the least I could do. He did kinda spend 200 bucks on a kitty and another 170 at Wal Mart getting groceries and shit. Well, last night I gave him a uhhh "happy ending" haha. See, I really should stay up because I know if I go back to sleep I won't wanna wake up when I need to. I wanna be outta here by like 8:45 and head to class and find a fuckin parking spot. There are 10,000 spaces for over 40,000 students. How does that work out? It doesn't. I gotta drive around for a half hour until a space opens up. It sucks. This morning at 10:30 I have this shitty ass Statistics class. The lady is chinese and is fuckin retarted. No, I'm not racist. But I honestly think this bitch should not be teaching a math class because she barely makes any sense. She'll say one thing and 2 minutes later she'll say the opposite. So we have to ask her, what the fuck is it lady?! Then at 1:45 I have this class called Personality Theory. It's pretty interesting. There are about 250 people in my class. Last class our prof was basically telling us that science is bullshit. That nothing about science is fact, all theory. And all the theories and laws of science that are out there are only out there because they haven't been proved wrong yet. That's all we're waiting for.. for something else to be proved wrong. Anyway, that really got me thinkin about some crazy shit. It's a good class, I think I will enjoy it.
Besides class I have a shitload of other crap to do. I definitely have to clean hardcore. Alex's mom gave us a brand new bedroom set. We still gotta set everything up the way we want it and get rid of the old POS dresser that was only temporary. I gotta clean the bathroom, the kitchen, livingroom... okay every room. I fuckin hate roaches and this apartment complex is seriously infested. Do the neighbors not fucking notice their roach problem? We bought 26 fuckin roach traps, had pest control come in a few times, and we have a bottle of roach killer spray for the annoying ones who wont fuckin die.. and we still have roaches! They seem to come out of nowhere. Maybe they outsmarted the roach traps? Time to get new ones I guess.
Living on my own is a lot more than I expected, but I love it. I love having responsibilities and shit. I don't even mind working and paying the bills. It's all part of me accomplishing my goal: to become filthy rich and live life to the fullest possible. Eventually, after I'm done with all this schooling I plan to become a psychiatrist, and help people's heads get better. So, by the time that happens my name will be Dr. Sarah Rosado. Get used to it bitches. Anyway, the point of that is that I'm gonna be making 150 G's a year, and I will be set for life. I'm gonna buy Alex his sweet Corvette and me a 57' Chevy Belair. I'm not gonna get into what else I want to get, that will take way to long. So, I'm just gonna go take a nap. :)
peace <3
Anyway, it's fuckin 6:30 am and I'm fuckin tired. I had to wake up early to take Alex to work. I figured it's the least I could do. He did kinda spend 200 bucks on a kitty and another 170 at Wal Mart getting groceries and shit. Well, last night I gave him a uhhh "happy ending" haha. See, I really should stay up because I know if I go back to sleep I won't wanna wake up when I need to. I wanna be outta here by like 8:45 and head to class and find a fuckin parking spot. There are 10,000 spaces for over 40,000 students. How does that work out? It doesn't. I gotta drive around for a half hour until a space opens up. It sucks. This morning at 10:30 I have this shitty ass Statistics class. The lady is chinese and is fuckin retarted. No, I'm not racist. But I honestly think this bitch should not be teaching a math class because she barely makes any sense. She'll say one thing and 2 minutes later she'll say the opposite. So we have to ask her, what the fuck is it lady?! Then at 1:45 I have this class called Personality Theory. It's pretty interesting. There are about 250 people in my class. Last class our prof was basically telling us that science is bullshit. That nothing about science is fact, all theory. And all the theories and laws of science that are out there are only out there because they haven't been proved wrong yet. That's all we're waiting for.. for something else to be proved wrong. Anyway, that really got me thinkin about some crazy shit. It's a good class, I think I will enjoy it.
Besides class I have a shitload of other crap to do. I definitely have to clean hardcore. Alex's mom gave us a brand new bedroom set. We still gotta set everything up the way we want it and get rid of the old POS dresser that was only temporary. I gotta clean the bathroom, the kitchen, livingroom... okay every room. I fuckin hate roaches and this apartment complex is seriously infested. Do the neighbors not fucking notice their roach problem? We bought 26 fuckin roach traps, had pest control come in a few times, and we have a bottle of roach killer spray for the annoying ones who wont fuckin die.. and we still have roaches! They seem to come out of nowhere. Maybe they outsmarted the roach traps? Time to get new ones I guess.
Living on my own is a lot more than I expected, but I love it. I love having responsibilities and shit. I don't even mind working and paying the bills. It's all part of me accomplishing my goal: to become filthy rich and live life to the fullest possible. Eventually, after I'm done with all this schooling I plan to become a psychiatrist, and help people's heads get better. So, by the time that happens my name will be Dr. Sarah Rosado. Get used to it bitches. Anyway, the point of that is that I'm gonna be making 150 G's a year, and I will be set for life. I'm gonna buy Alex his sweet Corvette and me a 57' Chevy Belair. I'm not gonna get into what else I want to get, that will take way to long. So, I'm just gonna go take a nap. :)
peace <3