and i wonder why im getting fat
So, updates from the NMSU student union computers.
About 10 minutes ago, I was starving and decided that not only I need a nice cup of soup, I also needed a burger the size of my face. The soup was absolutely yummy and my stomache was kind of content, but then here's this gynormous burger just staring at me. I paid like, five bucks for that motherfucker and I'll be goddamned if its going to waste.
And now my tummy hurts. Gah.
Anyhoose. What defines the word "stalking"? The other day, I had to stay late in the student union to crap out an outline to my 7 minute informative speech that was due by email in two hours. I didn't even have a topic picked out. But have no fear, my skillz got that shit down and submitted by 4:51 pm. Holla. Around this time, campus is pretty much dead, but who do I see in the cafe line? Ohhhhh yeah, you know who. And what would any psychotic girlie with a huge crush --despite the fact she has a boyfriend waiting for her at home-- do? Grab a fucking lemonade and get in line behind him, that's what. Even if you dont have money on you. HA! So, he talked to me about random things and I kind of just blushed sheepishly (y'all should see his eyes) until he paid for his shizz and wished me a goodbye. And I....had to put back my lemonade cuz I didnt have money. Nice. I didn't think he saw me though.
Ooo now I have a craving for a lemonade. TOODLES!
*edited because nothing is more annoying than a keyboard that sticks. you would think maybe my thousands of tution money would cover that, but I guess they didnt have any left over when they bought the campus police brand new HUMMERS AND DODGE CHARGERS.*
About 10 minutes ago, I was starving and decided that not only I need a nice cup of soup, I also needed a burger the size of my face. The soup was absolutely yummy and my stomache was kind of content, but then here's this gynormous burger just staring at me. I paid like, five bucks for that motherfucker and I'll be goddamned if its going to waste.
And now my tummy hurts. Gah.
Anyhoose. What defines the word "stalking"? The other day, I had to stay late in the student union to crap out an outline to my 7 minute informative speech that was due by email in two hours. I didn't even have a topic picked out. But have no fear, my skillz got that shit down and submitted by 4:51 pm. Holla. Around this time, campus is pretty much dead, but who do I see in the cafe line? Ohhhhh yeah, you know who. And what would any psychotic girlie with a huge crush --despite the fact she has a boyfriend waiting for her at home-- do? Grab a fucking lemonade and get in line behind him, that's what. Even if you dont have money on you. HA! So, he talked to me about random things and I kind of just blushed sheepishly (y'all should see his eyes) until he paid for his shizz and wished me a goodbye. And I....had to put back my lemonade cuz I didnt have money. Nice. I didn't think he saw me though.
Ooo now I have a craving for a lemonade. TOODLES!
*edited because nothing is more annoying than a keyboard that sticks. you would think maybe my thousands of tution money would cover that, but I guess they didnt have any left over when they bought the campus police brand new HUMMERS AND DODGE CHARGERS.*