Life's my mom (its true, life IS a bitch)
That's right, life is big, hairy, and screws you over any chance it gets. This has been provent to me time and time again. But sooner or later, you have to learn to cope, I'm still in that life trial period where I'm finally get a hold on what to sweat and what not to. Some people never get to that point;
I hope thats never me.
I've gotten a new bf, and dumped that bf. I'm what I'm going to call a relationship whore. I go into a realtionship looking for that one person that has a connection that I know, one that seems to be familiar. If you dont have that connection in a relationship it's not a realtionship I'd like to have to live through. Maybe I'm too picky, but you'll just have to argue that in a few years with all of my cats that I've named after old boyfriends.
I think I might actaully be mentally retarted when it comes to school, I've been studying my asscheeks off (yeah, i can't sit down anymore, i fall right the fuck over) and i still can't remember a damn thign that i need to. All i can hope is that all of the hours of staring at the same damn pages pays off when I need it to.
But with my luck, we all know that wont really happen.
Aaaaanyways, i'm so pumped for the summer. Finally that one time of year when you can focus on the things that really matter instead of the biological map of a pig fetus. When is this finally going to start going somewhere? ANYWHERE?
My summer's gonna start out the best way ever, a kegger at jaimies and then i'm going down to visit whitney (and jess, lmao). Thats what i keep telling myself, it will be over and i will have fun when it all ends. After the next two weeks or so i'm just going to crawl into my bed and sleep for three days straight, i'm not going to deal with any of you people out there and you can all kiss my bid pink freckly ass.
Cheers :D
-Me
I hope thats never me.
I've gotten a new bf, and dumped that bf. I'm what I'm going to call a relationship whore. I go into a realtionship looking for that one person that has a connection that I know, one that seems to be familiar. If you dont have that connection in a relationship it's not a realtionship I'd like to have to live through. Maybe I'm too picky, but you'll just have to argue that in a few years with all of my cats that I've named after old boyfriends.
I think I might actaully be mentally retarted when it comes to school, I've been studying my asscheeks off (yeah, i can't sit down anymore, i fall right the fuck over) and i still can't remember a damn thign that i need to. All i can hope is that all of the hours of staring at the same damn pages pays off when I need it to.
But with my luck, we all know that wont really happen.
Aaaaanyways, i'm so pumped for the summer. Finally that one time of year when you can focus on the things that really matter instead of the biological map of a pig fetus. When is this finally going to start going somewhere? ANYWHERE?
My summer's gonna start out the best way ever, a kegger at jaimies and then i'm going down to visit whitney (and jess, lmao). Thats what i keep telling myself, it will be over and i will have fun when it all ends. After the next two weeks or so i'm just going to crawl into my bed and sleep for three days straight, i'm not going to deal with any of you people out there and you can all kiss my bid pink freckly ass.
Cheers :D
-Me