Feb 09, 2006 18:20
I'm tired of the Doctor probing my uterus.
If there's something wrong with me that's life threatening...I think I deserve specific, accurate results considering that I spend big bucks trying to find out.
IT STRESSES ME. JESUS!
I miss Ashley.
I miss going out. I am indeed your typical ass college freshman...it's only been like two weeks and I feel like there is no fun in my life.
Blake's aggravating me right now. Kill yourself Zach for interfering and causing my friendship to suck. I never liked you.
Since when did I become a full time employee at New York & Co.? I don't enjoy 8-5 shifts.
The smoke detector in my bedroom won't stop beeping and I'd rather burn down my apartment then spend another night trying to sleep with that piercing noise consistently occuring every 47 seconds!
I know. I complain. And then I complain...more. this was just a bad time to write in my journal. I'm in a bad mode. I don't sleep enough and Blake just made me want to jab him.