and all the bad boys are standin' in the shadows and all the good girls are home with broken hearts
a good majority of my room is packed and gone. i no longer have a desk and tomorrow my computer will be gone. i'm sitting on the floor in my room as i type. it's very strange. the emptiness of my room leaves me bored and lonely. i should probably study but i think if i read one more word or calculate one more number my head will explode. i have about three days left here and the only thing i think i'm really sad about leaving this place is that i will no longer be able to say i live in a treehouse. there's nothing cool about saying i live at the exchange.
so out of boredom i update my livejournal. life is okay. nothing exciting. just life. although i guess some people strive for excitement in their lives.
i have 5 million more chapters to read for sociology. i hate lagreca. on occassion he teaches what he believes and not what the author of the book believes so even if you know the material in the book inside out you still won't do great on the test.
packing and studying. that's all my life is right now. maureen asked me why i was home on the last saturday night of the summer semester. how sad do i feel, packing and studying.
so out of boredom i update my livejournal. life is okay. nothing exciting. just life. although i guess some people strive for excitement in their lives.
i have 5 million more chapters to read for sociology. i hate lagreca. on occassion he teaches what he believes and not what the author of the book believes so even if you know the material in the book inside out you still won't do great on the test.
packing and studying. that's all my life is right now. maureen asked me why i was home on the last saturday night of the summer semester. how sad do i feel, packing and studying.