FUCK.
Can I just tell you all how much I hate life?
Oh, and I might have lost my cell phone. As of now it's simply 'misplaced'. So phone numbers will be required sometime in the near future. Thanks.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
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I miss Mike Fiori hugs. They always could make things better...now would be the perfect time for one.
Um, kinda related to that. Calhoun has entered the annals of Troupe history by being the 2nd (to my knowledge) Senior to date a Freshman. Statutory is returning from the dead. However, I have decided that where I COULD poke fun at one of my best friends, I will refrain because I definitely hated it when everyone else did it to me. I refused to acknowledge Patrick Hallet for a few months because he made fun of Mike for having to go "babysit". I have just been notified that Sean Cary is the reigning Statutory champ at over 120+ 'statutory's in one day. Good job, AssAss.
Urk. Calculus is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. (Yes, Ryan, I know what you are thinking and you can just wipe that smirk off your face thank you very much.
AaOL should be rockin'. Freeman was kinda disgusting today in rehearsal though.
Ok, I own a pair of shoes that I don't wear socks with and they are some of the stinkiest things I have ever smelled in my life. I took a shower earlier and my feet still smell! I'm gonna have to go scrub really hard I guess.
PS While I go off galavanting around looking for love in all the wrong places, you cats stay cool. (No, really. SL is in the midst of a cold front. You don't have much choice.)
LIfe makes me stressed/sad/frusturated.
Oh, also. I was thinking...a prime example of how life isn't fair. Teenager who doesn't want kids for at least another 10 years gets knocked up after one go while a couple who has been wanting and trying for kids for at least 10 years still can't get pregnant. Stuff like that makes me question whether or not God is a figment of our imaginations. Who could be so mean?
Ok, now that I have offended half the population of Texas, I'm gonna go practice dance moves that I COMPLETELY don't know. I'M TRYING, OK? Fuck. Life blows. The stuff I looked forward to last week is now no longer enjoyable.
Also, bitchy thought of the day : I don't want people who I don't say more than 5 words to a day reading my journal. Alas, if I made it friends only no one would read it. (Yeah, haha, Jasmine has no friends. Fuuuuck you.)
Bitchbitchbitchbitchbitch. I want to get some mail up in hurrr. 4723 Yorkshire St. SL, TX 77479. No anthrax, please.
This has to be the longest post-script ever. Mitchell just made me smile. What a feat! Ten brownie points for you, M.
OH I still have a box of "dulces" from Brazil. I'm off to get even fatter. (YES, I'M IN AN EFFING BAD MOOD. I LIKE BEING SELF-DEPRICATING OK?)
for the last time this entry...
FUCK.
Oh, and I might have lost my cell phone. As of now it's simply 'misplaced'. So phone numbers will be required sometime in the near future. Thanks.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
-------EDIT--------
I miss Mike Fiori hugs. They always could make things better...now would be the perfect time for one.
Um, kinda related to that. Calhoun has entered the annals of Troupe history by being the 2nd (to my knowledge) Senior to date a Freshman. Statutory is returning from the dead. However, I have decided that where I COULD poke fun at one of my best friends, I will refrain because I definitely hated it when everyone else did it to me. I refused to acknowledge Patrick Hallet for a few months because he made fun of Mike for having to go "babysit". I have just been notified that Sean Cary is the reigning Statutory champ at over 120+ 'statutory's in one day. Good job, AssAss.
Urk. Calculus is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. (Yes, Ryan, I know what you are thinking and you can just wipe that smirk off your face thank you very much.
AaOL should be rockin'. Freeman was kinda disgusting today in rehearsal though.
Ok, I own a pair of shoes that I don't wear socks with and they are some of the stinkiest things I have ever smelled in my life. I took a shower earlier and my feet still smell! I'm gonna have to go scrub really hard I guess.
PS While I go off galavanting around looking for love in all the wrong places, you cats stay cool. (No, really. SL is in the midst of a cold front. You don't have much choice.)
LIfe makes me stressed/sad/frusturated.
Oh, also. I was thinking...a prime example of how life isn't fair. Teenager who doesn't want kids for at least another 10 years gets knocked up after one go while a couple who has been wanting and trying for kids for at least 10 years still can't get pregnant. Stuff like that makes me question whether or not God is a figment of our imaginations. Who could be so mean?
Ok, now that I have offended half the population of Texas, I'm gonna go practice dance moves that I COMPLETELY don't know. I'M TRYING, OK? Fuck. Life blows. The stuff I looked forward to last week is now no longer enjoyable.
Also, bitchy thought of the day : I don't want people who I don't say more than 5 words to a day reading my journal. Alas, if I made it friends only no one would read it. (Yeah, haha, Jasmine has no friends. Fuuuuck you.)
Bitchbitchbitchbitchbitch. I want to get some mail up in hurrr. 4723 Yorkshire St. SL, TX 77479. No anthrax, please.
This has to be the longest post-script ever. Mitchell just made me smile. What a feat! Ten brownie points for you, M.
OH I still have a box of "dulces" from Brazil. I'm off to get even fatter. (YES, I'M IN AN EFFING BAD MOOD. I LIKE BEING SELF-DEPRICATING OK?)
for the last time this entry...
FUCK.