i'm having a pity party... everyone's invited
i want to move to a place where people don't feel compelled to cheat. where people don't lie under the pretenses of protecting your feelings but in reality are so completely selfish that they don't really wanna deal with your reaction. where the reward you gain is directly related to the effort you put in. where men really like big butts. where people don't gossip and take an inch of heresy and make it into a mile long epic.
i wish i could find this place. i should be happy... i got the job i wanted in the lab where i wanted to work. i am making more money, and i am working with the graduate coordinator of my major. thats good... a good reference. maybe i need a vacation... a weeklong sabbatical in atlanta, turn the cell phone off and just tune into connie. but then i'd come back and everything/one would still be here. i've noticed from recent posts most of my friends are settling into this rut. i recomend a vacation. a roadtrip. a trip out of the country. save enough money to get a plane ticket since that's the most any of us could ever afford. have paula flash her eyes and connie flash her boobies and we'll get by wherever we go.
i graduate in december and then my life is an open book. i keep "freaking out" about where i am going, what am i doing, where am i living next year, blah blah. but honestly i don't care, as long as it's not here at ucf in the sga lab studying for a test. i'll be happy. at least that's what i tell myself. moving to gainesville didn't fix this itch... this next move is gonna have to be a big one. i'll graduate and then people will say what are you doing with your life and i'll tell them i don't know, fuck off, graduating college is fucking good enough you fuckers. or maybe i'll tell everyone what i've been saying all along, well i am going to grad school and then blah blah, bunch of words they don't understand, blah. and then they ooh and aah. yay for me, picking a major everyone likes to ooh and aah at. bah.
all it takes is some grade A drama to shake up your system a little. or maybe two whole days full of it. maybe i got all of the drama that was coming to me for this fine year out of the way... but prolly not. i am a glutton for drama. that's why connie is my best friend damnit.
i wish i could find this place. i should be happy... i got the job i wanted in the lab where i wanted to work. i am making more money, and i am working with the graduate coordinator of my major. thats good... a good reference. maybe i need a vacation... a weeklong sabbatical in atlanta, turn the cell phone off and just tune into connie. but then i'd come back and everything/one would still be here. i've noticed from recent posts most of my friends are settling into this rut. i recomend a vacation. a roadtrip. a trip out of the country. save enough money to get a plane ticket since that's the most any of us could ever afford. have paula flash her eyes and connie flash her boobies and we'll get by wherever we go.
i graduate in december and then my life is an open book. i keep "freaking out" about where i am going, what am i doing, where am i living next year, blah blah. but honestly i don't care, as long as it's not here at ucf in the sga lab studying for a test. i'll be happy. at least that's what i tell myself. moving to gainesville didn't fix this itch... this next move is gonna have to be a big one. i'll graduate and then people will say what are you doing with your life and i'll tell them i don't know, fuck off, graduating college is fucking good enough you fuckers. or maybe i'll tell everyone what i've been saying all along, well i am going to grad school and then blah blah, bunch of words they don't understand, blah. and then they ooh and aah. yay for me, picking a major everyone likes to ooh and aah at. bah.
all it takes is some grade A drama to shake up your system a little. or maybe two whole days full of it. maybe i got all of the drama that was coming to me for this fine year out of the way... but prolly not. i am a glutton for drama. that's why connie is my best friend damnit.