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So, life's comfortably monotonous.
a nice girl invites me to a show on campus on the one night i actually HAVE to work on a 1/3 of my grade in the class paper; i give a sarcastic praise to the gods who have never grown weary of pissing in my general direction. i asked her for a raincheck; can people still socially acceptably do that? ask for a raincheck? or did that just seal the deal on her never asking me to do anything again?
going to my sister's 2 days after exams' week is over. while there, i refuse to take part in any form of thinking that falls outside of using the bathroom in an appropriate manner and raising a glass of wine to my lips so that i might drink. i fear for the condition that i will find the apartment in when i return in january. what the hell; there are already coal burns in the living room carpet from a botched hooka incident involving shrooms that took place on a weekend i wasn't here. what's a couple hundred dollars more worth of damage? i'm a college student going into social work upon graduation; i'll be rrrrrroollling in the dough.
it's a nice night out at least. a friend reminded me to remember the positives when i'm with the disposition that i have been for sometime now. usually when someone says that to you, you have to fight the compulsion to punch them in the kidneys, but she's the sort of person who can get away with a statement like that and come off as being sincere and adorably sweet, so it was actually quite nice to hear.
anyways, paper paper paper paper. correction: wine/paper, wine/paper, wine/wine, pa-wine-per.
a nice girl invites me to a show on campus on the one night i actually HAVE to work on a 1/3 of my grade in the class paper; i give a sarcastic praise to the gods who have never grown weary of pissing in my general direction. i asked her for a raincheck; can people still socially acceptably do that? ask for a raincheck? or did that just seal the deal on her never asking me to do anything again?
going to my sister's 2 days after exams' week is over. while there, i refuse to take part in any form of thinking that falls outside of using the bathroom in an appropriate manner and raising a glass of wine to my lips so that i might drink. i fear for the condition that i will find the apartment in when i return in january. what the hell; there are already coal burns in the living room carpet from a botched hooka incident involving shrooms that took place on a weekend i wasn't here. what's a couple hundred dollars more worth of damage? i'm a college student going into social work upon graduation; i'll be rrrrrroollling in the dough.
it's a nice night out at least. a friend reminded me to remember the positives when i'm with the disposition that i have been for sometime now. usually when someone says that to you, you have to fight the compulsion to punch them in the kidneys, but she's the sort of person who can get away with a statement like that and come off as being sincere and adorably sweet, so it was actually quite nice to hear.
anyways, paper paper paper paper. correction: wine/paper, wine/paper, wine/wine, pa-wine-per.