i listened to n sync today. it was awesome.
ok.
i am now going to attempt to write for my media project.
wow.
this is gonna suck.
i fear that i am either going to cry the entire way through it or whip through it and think that it was incrediably easy, in which case i will just be crying later when trish tells me that after all this hard fuck i have failed to receive honors credit.
fuck me!
whatev, at least i did super well on my 60s presentation.
lets talk about this-like 5 people had suddenly realized at the bitter end of the semester that i got into that class.
the conversation always goes like this-i'll be talking about something involving history of the 60s class(or bob's class, as i refer to it) and the person in question will go-"wait, you actually got into that class?" and i'll be like yeah. and they'll be like "oh...i thought nobody got in." that's right bitches, libby got into that class in SEPTEMBER. but believe me, its no friggin' privillage. in fact i kind of wanted to die multiple times during the semester. but it looks like its all paying off now...i'll fucking makeout with bob brick if he gives me advanced. ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
i am now going to attempt to write for my media project.
wow.
this is gonna suck.
i fear that i am either going to cry the entire way through it or whip through it and think that it was incrediably easy, in which case i will just be crying later when trish tells me that after all this hard fuck i have failed to receive honors credit.
fuck me!
whatev, at least i did super well on my 60s presentation.
lets talk about this-like 5 people had suddenly realized at the bitter end of the semester that i got into that class.
the conversation always goes like this-i'll be talking about something involving history of the 60s class(or bob's class, as i refer to it) and the person in question will go-"wait, you actually got into that class?" and i'll be like yeah. and they'll be like "oh...i thought nobody got in." that's right bitches, libby got into that class in SEPTEMBER. but believe me, its no friggin' privillage. in fact i kind of wanted to die multiple times during the semester. but it looks like its all paying off now...i'll fucking makeout with bob brick if he gives me advanced. ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.