Sep 14, 2005 08:45
Let's have one. I've been hanging out with new dudes and dudettes lately. It's all bad ass and drama free. We go to school through the week, catch lunch here and there and smoke on the weekends together if we feel like it. Not every weekend though. It's nice. Willie is probably coming in this weekend to "give me a massage and pamper my needs." That should fucking rock. I've been stressed out from pushing myself way too hard in school. I had a 105 average in algebra up until this tuesday when I accidentally did two out of seven of the wrong chapters of homework and got those two counted as missing. So I made an 85 overall. I'm lucky I didn't miss a single damn problem on any of the other homework or I would have went ballistic. I'm disappointed in myself for doing two wrong chapters. I don't know how that happened. Maybe I was rushing and/or stressing to hard?
I busted my ass getting that drama video ready for the group. I had to drive fourty-five miles out of my way to a dude that could get the file off of my camera and burn it to dvd and then drive all the way back home PLUS pay ten dollars for him to do it and I wasted a quarter tank of gas. I tried doing it at the college and at classmates houses. There are eight people in my group other than myself and only three people said thank you. Fuck them.
I'm sick and tired of putting forth all of this effort in school and then getting shot down already. I'm sick and tired of putting forth effort in relationships as well. That includes friends, family and bf. So for the next week I'm kickin back, whoever wants to call can call. I don't give a flying fuck. I need to study up for the algebra test I have in a few weeks anyway. I have nothing to say about psychology class. It's too easy.
Why is it when a girl has a bf all of a sudden other guys start professing their undying love to her? There are two males in particular, other than Willie, that are doing back flips for me to notice them. I think it's cute but uhhhhhh what in the hell am I supposed to do about it?
FOUR MORE MONTHS until I'm 21. Personally, I have mixed feelings about this. I know that some weekends are going to be hazey as fuck. AHHHH CHIT.