you ain't pimp, you ain't a hustler, man's got a cady and lady's got a chrysler
Well lemme start with the good, (there's no real bad, just frustration)
I've been making new friends at school, most of them intelligent competant people and becomming better friends with people who are a whole lot of awesome.
My Mac, my baby, my beautiful has arrived. While its version of MSN has some drawbacks, I fucking love it. The extra costs on the specs were worth it, and my mother seems happy knowing how much I rely do love it. As much as I complain about her, she does support me (for the most part, still working on the gay thing with her).
he frowns: "gee my life's a funny thing am I still too young?" - David Bowie, Young Americans
Still just going bonkers over men. I tried to make another place and time to meet the guy who cancelled before. Lo and behold I am cancelled on again.
The men are just not interested in Chris, I must scare the shit out of them or something. I <3 my friend sticker.
Of course I seem to attract all the wrong people, and people who are not where I am in life (jail bait is not welcome).
School and the readings are creeping up on me. I hate my art history classes and that is my major. They go slower than their readings because they get excited by another element they suddenly remember, fucking unstructured coots.
My drawing class lowers my self-esteem. At least I have Kathryn and Marina to ease its 4 hour suffering.
FACs, the cultural studies is the only I class I enjoy all around, too bad my energy was sapped from me today, the wall was so nice to slump...up....against. Thank goodness for headphones and music with high bpm to keep me barely awake.
Plus an added shocking element of figure of my recent making the time to communicate with me. All so unnexpected.
I've been making new friends at school, most of them intelligent competant people and becomming better friends with people who are a whole lot of awesome.
My Mac, my baby, my beautiful has arrived. While its version of MSN has some drawbacks, I fucking love it. The extra costs on the specs were worth it, and my mother seems happy knowing how much I rely do love it. As much as I complain about her, she does support me (for the most part, still working on the gay thing with her).
he frowns: "gee my life's a funny thing am I still too young?" - David Bowie, Young Americans
Still just going bonkers over men. I tried to make another place and time to meet the guy who cancelled before. Lo and behold I am cancelled on again.
The men are just not interested in Chris, I must scare the shit out of them or something. I <3 my friend sticker.
Of course I seem to attract all the wrong people, and people who are not where I am in life (jail bait is not welcome).
School and the readings are creeping up on me. I hate my art history classes and that is my major. They go slower than their readings because they get excited by another element they suddenly remember, fucking unstructured coots.
My drawing class lowers my self-esteem. At least I have Kathryn and Marina to ease its 4 hour suffering.
FACs, the cultural studies is the only I class I enjoy all around, too bad my energy was sapped from me today, the wall was so nice to slump...up....against. Thank goodness for headphones and music with high bpm to keep me barely awake.
Plus an added shocking element of figure of my recent making the time to communicate with me. All so unnexpected.