i'm always talking to you and i'm sad that you can't hear
after kristi goes to bed i stay awake. i put on my headphones and listen to wonderful music and download new music and i play text twist. it keeps me sane. and sometimes i look at the letters and all i see are french words. but that's okay. sometimes i just wish i could turn my computer upside down to look at the letters. and no one has any idea what i'm talking about. that's okay too.
for my writing class we're supposed to write an essay about a person. our second draft is due thursday and i haven't even started it yet. this should not be this difficult. and i don't think it really is. i'm just procrastinating up the wazoo and i don't want to think the thoughts i want to write.
we registered for classes today. i'm taking 23897 english classes next year. okay three. whatev. i love english. i mean it bugs the hell out of me. it makes me ask questions that i know i'll never answer and i love that about it. i love that it bugs me. that's how i know it should be in my life.
i love my job too. ha ha it's a shit job. i make SUBS. and pizza. stuipid fricken pizza oven that ALWAYS burns me and leaves gross blistery lines on my hands. yeah i'm hardcore. ha ha i love the money though. and it might sound weird but i really feel like i'm in my element there. well only when i work with tommy and mel. mel's like that crazy aunt who buys you random gifts for no reason and who you tease about hot flashes. tommy... tommy is a 25-year-old puerto rican who just recently got off parole and has a daughter. and he frequently tell me he's "gonna break" me. HA HA but he's usually kidding and we can talk about books and he's like the only person on this campus who lets me vent to them on a regular basis. plus i LOVE seeing so many people all the time. and i'm a really good sub maker. or so i've been told HUNDREDS of times. literally. i rule.
lately i've just felt really unorganized. not that i'm the most organized person. ha ha i'm so messy. but i usually know where everything is in the mess. except for my keys. i can never find my keys. i just don't see the point in putting something back in a designated spot every time if you're gonna be constantly using it and taking it out of its spot. anyways. i'm not doing anything when it's supposed to be done and it needs to stop. or just be summer. summer would be preferable actually.
EEEEE I CAN'T FUCKING WAIT. may 15th is my last final. which just so splendidly happens to be the last possible day you can stay at school for the unfortunate souls who have finals on the 15th. yup. whatever i'm still excited.
a few days ago it was POURING out and this guy in my short story class happened to have an umbrella and he asked me where i was going and walked me across campus with the umbrella. how fricken awesome is that? unfortunaly i'm pretty sure he's gay because come on now what boy carries an umbrella around with him ha ha. umbrella's a weird word. hm.
and now back to text twist. later bitches.
for my writing class we're supposed to write an essay about a person. our second draft is due thursday and i haven't even started it yet. this should not be this difficult. and i don't think it really is. i'm just procrastinating up the wazoo and i don't want to think the thoughts i want to write.
we registered for classes today. i'm taking 23897 english classes next year. okay three. whatev. i love english. i mean it bugs the hell out of me. it makes me ask questions that i know i'll never answer and i love that about it. i love that it bugs me. that's how i know it should be in my life.
i love my job too. ha ha it's a shit job. i make SUBS. and pizza. stuipid fricken pizza oven that ALWAYS burns me and leaves gross blistery lines on my hands. yeah i'm hardcore. ha ha i love the money though. and it might sound weird but i really feel like i'm in my element there. well only when i work with tommy and mel. mel's like that crazy aunt who buys you random gifts for no reason and who you tease about hot flashes. tommy... tommy is a 25-year-old puerto rican who just recently got off parole and has a daughter. and he frequently tell me he's "gonna break" me. HA HA but he's usually kidding and we can talk about books and he's like the only person on this campus who lets me vent to them on a regular basis. plus i LOVE seeing so many people all the time. and i'm a really good sub maker. or so i've been told HUNDREDS of times. literally. i rule.
lately i've just felt really unorganized. not that i'm the most organized person. ha ha i'm so messy. but i usually know where everything is in the mess. except for my keys. i can never find my keys. i just don't see the point in putting something back in a designated spot every time if you're gonna be constantly using it and taking it out of its spot. anyways. i'm not doing anything when it's supposed to be done and it needs to stop. or just be summer. summer would be preferable actually.
EEEEE I CAN'T FUCKING WAIT. may 15th is my last final. which just so splendidly happens to be the last possible day you can stay at school for the unfortunate souls who have finals on the 15th. yup. whatever i'm still excited.
a few days ago it was POURING out and this guy in my short story class happened to have an umbrella and he asked me where i was going and walked me across campus with the umbrella. how fricken awesome is that? unfortunaly i'm pretty sure he's gay because come on now what boy carries an umbrella around with him ha ha. umbrella's a weird word. hm.
and now back to text twist. later bitches.