i'm bored
i'm at brian's computer..cuz like i said, mine's toying w/me. morgan and brian aren't here.
i'm really really bored though. it's a real disaster. or maybe it just sucks. (haha courtney)
somebody offer me a new experience, take me somewhere different, tell me something i've never thought of before, show me something interesting, drive me around in a car, yell at me...anythign to stir this up will be fine.
maybe i'll be a true drama queen and create my own problems. that'd be something new.
i wish i was goign to westfield. a car is such an amazing privealge. you can see so much of the world. even though highways all look the same, think about how much of the world you fly by going that fast. i like driving places. if i was going to westfield i'd drive across like 3/4 of an entire state, and i could take everything in at a rate of approximately 70 mph.
i'm going to work at 2. first i'll make crystal light and cancer will get in my nose. I'll help pat w/the cups and she'll tell me about how sick she is, or tired she is or something like that. but i'll carry the heavy boxes for her cuz i'm younger and she'll appreciate that. she'll help me open them w/her razor that she got at the dollar store. (it's really cheap) then after that i'll wipe counters and change the ice in the creamers. half of which are milk. I always end up putting milk in my coffee when i want half and half. and then i'll sit in a chair from 3-6. i'm sure hardly anybody will buy anything from me. it sucks that i finished my book, even though it had a good ending. if i had not finished, i would have something to read. at 6 i'll fill the chips, i'll clean teh counters, get more cups again, make more crystal light, stick my hand in frozen yogurt and it'll get inside my glove. i'll empty trash and it'll be cold at the dumpster. i'll say good bye, someobdy will call my honey or sweety. i'll walk back here, and in the process i'll get mud on my shoes. morgan'll answer the door and then it'll be the evening and it will have all the same predictable qualities of going to work. tomorrow i'll go to work at dunkin donuts and it'll have teh same predictable qualities of going to work at the commuter caf.
i could probably go on predicting what is going to happen in my life for hours. after i work at dunkin donuts...and it'll be the same old cleaning and talks and counting...i've already planned to go my room and get my cell phone and try and fix the computer (that prick!). i'll check my voice mail. i'll walk back here. maybe someone will want to talk to me. maybe they'll invite me out. maybe i'll e-mail my assignment to professor corey. i don't have to many options.
i can predict christmas break. i won't clean my room. i'll get yelled at for that. i'll hold cats and dogs and feed fish. i'll see my friends at home, which will be good because i'm sure they like me. i'll see my family. i'll enjoy being in my house during the day when my parents are at work.
brian's back...byeee
i'm really really bored though. it's a real disaster. or maybe it just sucks. (haha courtney)
somebody offer me a new experience, take me somewhere different, tell me something i've never thought of before, show me something interesting, drive me around in a car, yell at me...anythign to stir this up will be fine.
maybe i'll be a true drama queen and create my own problems. that'd be something new.
i wish i was goign to westfield. a car is such an amazing privealge. you can see so much of the world. even though highways all look the same, think about how much of the world you fly by going that fast. i like driving places. if i was going to westfield i'd drive across like 3/4 of an entire state, and i could take everything in at a rate of approximately 70 mph.
i'm going to work at 2. first i'll make crystal light and cancer will get in my nose. I'll help pat w/the cups and she'll tell me about how sick she is, or tired she is or something like that. but i'll carry the heavy boxes for her cuz i'm younger and she'll appreciate that. she'll help me open them w/her razor that she got at the dollar store. (it's really cheap) then after that i'll wipe counters and change the ice in the creamers. half of which are milk. I always end up putting milk in my coffee when i want half and half. and then i'll sit in a chair from 3-6. i'm sure hardly anybody will buy anything from me. it sucks that i finished my book, even though it had a good ending. if i had not finished, i would have something to read. at 6 i'll fill the chips, i'll clean teh counters, get more cups again, make more crystal light, stick my hand in frozen yogurt and it'll get inside my glove. i'll empty trash and it'll be cold at the dumpster. i'll say good bye, someobdy will call my honey or sweety. i'll walk back here, and in the process i'll get mud on my shoes. morgan'll answer the door and then it'll be the evening and it will have all the same predictable qualities of going to work. tomorrow i'll go to work at dunkin donuts and it'll have teh same predictable qualities of going to work at the commuter caf.
i could probably go on predicting what is going to happen in my life for hours. after i work at dunkin donuts...and it'll be the same old cleaning and talks and counting...i've already planned to go my room and get my cell phone and try and fix the computer (that prick!). i'll check my voice mail. i'll walk back here. maybe someone will want to talk to me. maybe they'll invite me out. maybe i'll e-mail my assignment to professor corey. i don't have to many options.
i can predict christmas break. i won't clean my room. i'll get yelled at for that. i'll hold cats and dogs and feed fish. i'll see my friends at home, which will be good because i'm sure they like me. i'll see my family. i'll enjoy being in my house during the day when my parents are at work.
brian's back...byeee