All of life is chance.
For all those who are not LJ friends, but still find a way to read, I applaud you. I get several IMs a day from people asking why I got rid of my LJ. I didn't. I just didn't want you reading it. However, if you're clever enough to go back through your computer and trace the last time you checked it and save the link, or memorized it to be begin with, then I give my approval of your readership. Then again, I doubt most (I say most because I do know of a few) had so much interest in this thing to go back and look it up, or memorize it. With that pointless statement being said...
I go home next weekend for Easter and we have reservations at the Flint Hill Public House at 3 on Sunday. I can't wait to see the fam.
I've registered for Fall 04 classes and when I finish that, I'll only have....4 classes left to take before I finish my undergraduate education. I know I should be getting a move on all my grad school crap, but it seems like such a hassle to just apply to one school that I probably won't get into. And I don't even know if I'll be able to take any more school after this. I just want to have money. I'm sick of being broke.
Speaking of being broke, Enrique bought me this corduroy blazer I wanted so bad yesterday and I got new HOT HOT HOT white Diesels that you want.
I'll leave you with the conversation I had with my mom yesterday:
"I don't know what it is, Mom, but I just feel more for him every day. I admire him for different reasons with each day we're together."
"And you've never felt that way before, have you?"
"No."
"That's what it feels like to be in love."
I go home next weekend for Easter and we have reservations at the Flint Hill Public House at 3 on Sunday. I can't wait to see the fam.
I've registered for Fall 04 classes and when I finish that, I'll only have....4 classes left to take before I finish my undergraduate education. I know I should be getting a move on all my grad school crap, but it seems like such a hassle to just apply to one school that I probably won't get into. And I don't even know if I'll be able to take any more school after this. I just want to have money. I'm sick of being broke.
Speaking of being broke, Enrique bought me this corduroy blazer I wanted so bad yesterday and I got new HOT HOT HOT white Diesels that you want.
I'll leave you with the conversation I had with my mom yesterday:
"I don't know what it is, Mom, but I just feel more for him every day. I admire him for different reasons with each day we're together."
"And you've never felt that way before, have you?"
"No."
"That's what it feels like to be in love."