the icarus has landed
I told her that this weekend wasn't good and that I have a final on Monday and theres just no way.
So she tells me that I'll just have to suffer the consequences.
I honestly think that tomorrow after my spanish test, I should just go home and finishe writing. Working for another 5 hours after class doesn't thrill me when I have far too much waiting to be done.
I s'pose I should be grateful for a flexible job situation, but I'm not.
I have this tickle in my throat that will not go away.
JUNE= Miami, birthdays, Orlando, and basically two vacations. Seven days in sunny june. Chyess ma'am.
The fuses in my car aren't burning out like we thought; the connection is burning slowly from one fuse to another, taking them out one by one. I have to wonder if that will cause a fire, or a total electrical shutdown. Either way, it makes driving lots of insane fun.
And since the locks are broken (they were crunched by Hungarian lady's car) they now pop up and down. Up and down. And make little squeaking noises.
They're really tapping out Morse Code, but I don't know how to decipher that. I get the general meaning though, which involves "this piece of shit car will self-destruct in 5, 4, 3..."
Sometimes, the locks even keep time with my music, adding a nice, squeaky little back beat. Hah.
Its 9am and I want it.
So she tells me that I'll just have to suffer the consequences.
I honestly think that tomorrow after my spanish test, I should just go home and finishe writing. Working for another 5 hours after class doesn't thrill me when I have far too much waiting to be done.
I s'pose I should be grateful for a flexible job situation, but I'm not.
I have this tickle in my throat that will not go away.
JUNE= Miami, birthdays, Orlando, and basically two vacations. Seven days in sunny june. Chyess ma'am.
The fuses in my car aren't burning out like we thought; the connection is burning slowly from one fuse to another, taking them out one by one. I have to wonder if that will cause a fire, or a total electrical shutdown. Either way, it makes driving lots of insane fun.
And since the locks are broken (they were crunched by Hungarian lady's car) they now pop up and down. Up and down. And make little squeaking noises.
They're really tapping out Morse Code, but I don't know how to decipher that. I get the general meaning though, which involves "this piece of shit car will self-destruct in 5, 4, 3..."
Sometimes, the locks even keep time with my music, adding a nice, squeaky little back beat. Hah.
Its 9am and I want it.