This probably doesn’t make any sense attall (but to me at 4:30 it does)
What’s up with my life recently? I dunno, I’ve been using less Blogger and more Livejournal. I guess I’m just in a bitchier mood. It’s currently 4:09 in the morning and I’m DJ-ing. It’s actually not too bad; I managed to finish up the two papers I was working on in 15 minutes. I guess it is true that I just needed to move myself away from my room and just churn out things like butter. All I have to do is print it out.
I really hope after next week, the things that I have to do will kinda weaken out. After this paper, I rehash my internship paper for my other internship class. Confusing, I know. I have two midterms next Wednesday. I am making Ramen for Tuesday night’s ASA. So I hope after Thursday I can calm down a little. Maybe consider an 80s night. Anyone?
Drama is such a weird thing sometimes. I really am pulling myself a little back this semester. Ironically enough when I have only 12 credits I still seem to only have the same amount of time to balance everything when I had 19. Then again with Radio, JAM Asia, ASA, and my internship I guess I keep busy. But still have enough time to play halo.
Sometimes I think I should involve myself more, find out really what’s going on. But then I think about how I’ll fall into the same net of drama. I’m trying my best to be drama free… to an extent. Since I don’t know the whole story about everything my mind has created insane versions of things. Dear Paz, stop watching TV.
Personally speaking though, my fantasized versions seem better. I think mine has a little more blood, occasional beeping of words just in case, celebrity guest appearances, like when Paris Hilton stopped by to speak about how she is a good person. Okay well that last part didn’t happen.
Is it even worth it to put myself out there as a friend? I’m here if you need to talk to me. But I’m sure out of everyone you’re not gonna turn to me. I know it in my head. Paz you’re a good guy. But I can’t relate to you.
My life has been fucked up. Here are some choices if you ever need to talk to me about my life being fucked up:
+ Weird Parenting Skills
+ Chronic School Moving
+ The emotional roller coaster that was me dating my Ex
+ The friendships I’ve lost forever in college
+ Car Accidents
+ Watching your mother break down in front of your grandfathers grave and being too stunned to move.
+ Weird sibling problems
+ Being really gay, never telling your parents, and having your boyfriend sleep with you in the same room without question.
+ Being on campus.
I can listen. It’s something that I’ve been learning from Eric. I have learned to stop and listen. Stop butting in Paz. That’s disrespectful. I get it. I stop myself a lot when I know that I want to say something. I cross my finger and hope to remember it in the :20 seconds that you’re talking to me.
I like friends.
I really hope after next week, the things that I have to do will kinda weaken out. After this paper, I rehash my internship paper for my other internship class. Confusing, I know. I have two midterms next Wednesday. I am making Ramen for Tuesday night’s ASA. So I hope after Thursday I can calm down a little. Maybe consider an 80s night. Anyone?
Drama is such a weird thing sometimes. I really am pulling myself a little back this semester. Ironically enough when I have only 12 credits I still seem to only have the same amount of time to balance everything when I had 19. Then again with Radio, JAM Asia, ASA, and my internship I guess I keep busy. But still have enough time to play halo.
Sometimes I think I should involve myself more, find out really what’s going on. But then I think about how I’ll fall into the same net of drama. I’m trying my best to be drama free… to an extent. Since I don’t know the whole story about everything my mind has created insane versions of things. Dear Paz, stop watching TV.
Personally speaking though, my fantasized versions seem better. I think mine has a little more blood, occasional beeping of words just in case, celebrity guest appearances, like when Paris Hilton stopped by to speak about how she is a good person. Okay well that last part didn’t happen.
Is it even worth it to put myself out there as a friend? I’m here if you need to talk to me. But I’m sure out of everyone you’re not gonna turn to me. I know it in my head. Paz you’re a good guy. But I can’t relate to you.
My life has been fucked up. Here are some choices if you ever need to talk to me about my life being fucked up:
+ Weird Parenting Skills
+ Chronic School Moving
+ The emotional roller coaster that was me dating my Ex
+ The friendships I’ve lost forever in college
+ Car Accidents
+ Watching your mother break down in front of your grandfathers grave and being too stunned to move.
+ Weird sibling problems
+ Being really gay, never telling your parents, and having your boyfriend sleep with you in the same room without question.
+ Being on campus.
I can listen. It’s something that I’ve been learning from Eric. I have learned to stop and listen. Stop butting in Paz. That’s disrespectful. I get it. I stop myself a lot when I know that I want to say something. I cross my finger and hope to remember it in the :20 seconds that you’re talking to me.
I like friends.