I'll go runnin' in outer space
Soooo I like how it's only the first real week of school and already so much shit has gone down. Good shit, bad shit, you know I've had my sha-are.
Uh, well there have been many parties and nights out for the three musketeers. That's Jaquie, Miriam, and I. I already need tutoring, but not in a bad way. It's just in a if I want beyond good grades way. Bio is actually way interesting so far. Minus the lecture on water molecules. Math is lame. Soc is aight. SK stuff is going alright, though I'm pretty sure I am quitting in November, 'cause it's just not for me. That and I feel like they would rather criticize us than encourage us. Like I went to all the six-hour workshops, even on my birthday, and I was very well-behaved and all, and then Block Party came along and they told us we'd have shifts at the booth and then at the end of mine and my friends' shift, they were like, "oh no now you need to stay the entire time" so we boned out. And now they want to fine us and fuck that. Luckily we have some tight legal help on our side for when that comes along. But yeah. That and I hate having to watch myself. I drink, I do sweetass drugs, I cuss and make disgusting perverted jokes. And so does the rest of the world. Motherfuck, man.
In male news. I haven't really been talking to Ian, but then again I haven't really been talking to anybody since my phone broke. I've got a new one as of today but it won't be working till tomorrow. Same number and all, though. And as for dear dear Mateo... uhm that's such a longass story. But the basic gist is that unfortunately, I'm going to have to end that mess. It's unhealthy, it's bizarre, and it's exactly what is has always been. And by always I mean ever since I met him hahaha. And as for Jew Max, uh... no. Besides, I think most of the guys I know are now on a freshman girl date rape rampage.
In brighter news, I think the birth control finally stopped making me crazy and fat. I stopped snapping at people and crying all the time hahaha. The only cool thing about gaining weight was my boobs were HUGE. Like I can't even tell you how fake they looked. But I'm all normal now, wahoo.
Um the quarter looks like it's going to be veeeery interesting and epic and fun and hard. Which is awesome, that's a good mix of shit.
P.S. I never noticed how much Vanessa Carlton looks like Pee Wee Herman. I'm serious.
Uh, well there have been many parties and nights out for the three musketeers. That's Jaquie, Miriam, and I. I already need tutoring, but not in a bad way. It's just in a if I want beyond good grades way. Bio is actually way interesting so far. Minus the lecture on water molecules. Math is lame. Soc is aight. SK stuff is going alright, though I'm pretty sure I am quitting in November, 'cause it's just not for me. That and I feel like they would rather criticize us than encourage us. Like I went to all the six-hour workshops, even on my birthday, and I was very well-behaved and all, and then Block Party came along and they told us we'd have shifts at the booth and then at the end of mine and my friends' shift, they were like, "oh no now you need to stay the entire time" so we boned out. And now they want to fine us and fuck that. Luckily we have some tight legal help on our side for when that comes along. But yeah. That and I hate having to watch myself. I drink, I do sweetass drugs, I cuss and make disgusting perverted jokes. And so does the rest of the world. Motherfuck, man.
In male news. I haven't really been talking to Ian, but then again I haven't really been talking to anybody since my phone broke. I've got a new one as of today but it won't be working till tomorrow. Same number and all, though. And as for dear dear Mateo... uhm that's such a longass story. But the basic gist is that unfortunately, I'm going to have to end that mess. It's unhealthy, it's bizarre, and it's exactly what is has always been. And by always I mean ever since I met him hahaha. And as for Jew Max, uh... no. Besides, I think most of the guys I know are now on a freshman girl date rape rampage.
In brighter news, I think the birth control finally stopped making me crazy and fat. I stopped snapping at people and crying all the time hahaha. The only cool thing about gaining weight was my boobs were HUGE. Like I can't even tell you how fake they looked. But I'm all normal now, wahoo.
Um the quarter looks like it's going to be veeeery interesting and epic and fun and hard. Which is awesome, that's a good mix of shit.
P.S. I never noticed how much Vanessa Carlton looks like Pee Wee Herman. I'm serious.