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Last week was forever long. By Tuesday I knew I was going to spend the weekend wasted. I did. I didn't get drunk though so it was a good kind of wasted weekend.
To anyone who likes horror movies, I highly recommend Snoop Dogg's Hood of Horrors. Any movie that can make characters purely evil based on the shit they say is a must see. People die in bad ass ways too. I want to watch it again just thinking about it.
I learned that I cannot take xanex as a recreational drug. I just want to go to sleep as soon as it hits. It's like ambien minus the hallucinations and anyone who knew me back when I was on ambien can appreciate that.
I have an exam in my African American English class tomorrow. I don't know how I feel about it. He's going to give us passages from the texts, ask the Author, the work and the significance of the passage itself. I was mildly freaking out because I thought, "shit we've read a lot, this is going to be a lot about memorizing names of works more than anything else." Whatever, that's the syllabus. He then tells us that he's going to give us a list of the things we've read and to disregard an entire section that we covered. I just got up and walked out. Everyone was freaking out because of the format, I was mad for ever putting myself in the situation to still be taking tests like this. Even still I've got 25 hours until the test and I feel like I should be doing something. Like I should be rereading The Souls of Black Folk for the tenth time or manically flipping through the pages to find out who said, "We haven't benefited from America's democracy. We've only suffered from America's hypocrisy. And the generation that is coming up now can see it, and are not afraid to say it. If you go to jail, so what?" Eh. I need to do little to prepare for this test. I just need to finish the episode of The Flash that I fell asleep during last night and do what I gotta do by the time Josh gets out of class.
I have a math test on Wednesday. After that it's fall break and I plan on spending it with a lot of graphic novels, beer and friends. My birthday is Sunday and I've yet to feel like having a party. I kinda just want to get a set group of people and go out someplace that isn't Tuscaloosa. Wish more people had money (like me for instance) then we could go to New Orleans. Eh. I'm meeting up with Josh later today and I'm sure that will be a topic of conversation. 25 watch your back I'm around the corner.
In other news:
How does one accept a drunk proposition and a half ass apology? I apparently don't. I left my own house during a party so I wouldn't have to see his face. The worse part was that my own best friend didn't even care enough to talk to me about it when I came to her.
How does one bridge a gap being created by nothing more than...I feel like I should chose my words carefully here so I'll just say, a boy? I know the answer to this one but nobody seems willing to cooperate. None of it is made easier when I too am making a choice between friends and school and the latter has been winning.
Ladies. Please. Wait until I'm drunk or we're in the privacy of at least a stall. Nothing is a bigger turn off then having you lick my face and bite my neck while I'm trying to talk to my closest friends about a test. There actually might be bigger turn offs but I didn't encounter them last week.
I'm hungry, it's time to watch The Flash and get some school work done.
To anyone who likes horror movies, I highly recommend Snoop Dogg's Hood of Horrors. Any movie that can make characters purely evil based on the shit they say is a must see. People die in bad ass ways too. I want to watch it again just thinking about it.
I learned that I cannot take xanex as a recreational drug. I just want to go to sleep as soon as it hits. It's like ambien minus the hallucinations and anyone who knew me back when I was on ambien can appreciate that.
I have an exam in my African American English class tomorrow. I don't know how I feel about it. He's going to give us passages from the texts, ask the Author, the work and the significance of the passage itself. I was mildly freaking out because I thought, "shit we've read a lot, this is going to be a lot about memorizing names of works more than anything else." Whatever, that's the syllabus. He then tells us that he's going to give us a list of the things we've read and to disregard an entire section that we covered. I just got up and walked out. Everyone was freaking out because of the format, I was mad for ever putting myself in the situation to still be taking tests like this. Even still I've got 25 hours until the test and I feel like I should be doing something. Like I should be rereading The Souls of Black Folk for the tenth time or manically flipping through the pages to find out who said, "We haven't benefited from America's democracy. We've only suffered from America's hypocrisy. And the generation that is coming up now can see it, and are not afraid to say it. If you go to jail, so what?" Eh. I need to do little to prepare for this test. I just need to finish the episode of The Flash that I fell asleep during last night and do what I gotta do by the time Josh gets out of class.
I have a math test on Wednesday. After that it's fall break and I plan on spending it with a lot of graphic novels, beer and friends. My birthday is Sunday and I've yet to feel like having a party. I kinda just want to get a set group of people and go out someplace that isn't Tuscaloosa. Wish more people had money (like me for instance) then we could go to New Orleans. Eh. I'm meeting up with Josh later today and I'm sure that will be a topic of conversation. 25 watch your back I'm around the corner.
In other news:
How does one accept a drunk proposition and a half ass apology? I apparently don't. I left my own house during a party so I wouldn't have to see his face. The worse part was that my own best friend didn't even care enough to talk to me about it when I came to her.
How does one bridge a gap being created by nothing more than...I feel like I should chose my words carefully here so I'll just say, a boy? I know the answer to this one but nobody seems willing to cooperate. None of it is made easier when I too am making a choice between friends and school and the latter has been winning.
Ladies. Please. Wait until I'm drunk or we're in the privacy of at least a stall. Nothing is a bigger turn off then having you lick my face and bite my neck while I'm trying to talk to my closest friends about a test. There actually might be bigger turn offs but I didn't encounter them last week.
I'm hungry, it's time to watch The Flash and get some school work done.