i don't want to come back here to this place.

[watch__me_die]

tonight i had schoolcollege. i liked it tonight for some reason. maybe because i looked cute, and there is a hot boy in my class. mmmmm. and i did the unthinkable, got a tutor. the second night of class i already need a tutor, hell yes, thats bad, and i got one, all by my mother fucking self and i went into the lab to get my hour a week that i am supposed to, and got 45 minutes of it done. thats because my teacher looks like santa and doesn't explain things, and then tells us its cause he does it in his head, wtfff? i think that i will like it alot more when next semester i get to take my photography classes. i texed most of the class, so i didn't learn anything besides, he doesnt want us to use improper fractions.

i work the rest of the week/weekend except for friday night, who's down to hang?!?!?!

OH and mymath teacher, santa aka mr. wimbish made a boys night out reference. he said something like: you will then have a torrid love affair doing your math. i laughed at that, but then he said, yes, boys night out, and i was like hooooly shit, you are 65. that made my night. the end.

♥ lauren