wahhhhh.
i really wanna just scream that at the top of my lungs right now. but I'm in the computer lab with another person, so I guess I shouldn't.
Having to write 5 papers has gotten me thinking of wanting to change my major. teaching history is the worst combination if you want to try to avoid writing a bunch of essays and reading really boring books. I'm so sick of writing papers, I'm about to gag. ohppss..I just did. the thought of having to write my last one for HST 304 made that possible.
But then I thought about teaching. and how much I love it. and then I thought about kids. and how much I love them. and then I thought about how I've dreamed of teaching kids ever since I was six. so it looks like I'm gunna have to bite the bullet. hard. and keep on chuggin. errr, writing.
I think I'm getting loopy. probly cuz its almost 3 and no one knows why I'm updating this thing. I feel like no one really reads it anyway. except for my boyfriend. chump. I bet when he's reading this, he's thinking, "my girlfriend's calling me a chump." thats what I would think anyway if I was reading this. Hey chump. thanks for lunch. Woody's Oasis was good. But its even better when you're eating it with me. and fantastic when you pay for it.
who fricken communicates with their significant other on livejournal?! I do. so f off. ha. really, there's no other way. my phone is nearly busted, and I don't have a computer to go on aim.
mahhhhh I really want to sleep. but I will keep writing. just for the hell of it.
so, if I could change any thing about my life right now, I would cut my hair. but alas, I cannot. I'm donating it, so I promised I wouldn't do it until my 21st birthday. its gettin looooooooong. I don't know what to do with it. its starting to get in the way.
I love diana. she is so fricken funny. she says the most randomn things sometimes. half of the time, none of it makes any sense. She's my DDR buddy. my partner in crime. my other crazy dancing son of of a wahhhhhh! no swearing. She and I had a laughing fit today at dinner. and I had somehow ended with 5 empty plates. go ahead. call me a pig.
shhhhh don't tell, but I've had a monster almost almost every day these past few days. I think thats whats f'in me up. Its so bad for you. but its sooooooooo good at the same time.
craft night tomorrow? maybe. If I ever get this stupid paper finished. I don't really have a thesis yet. which really scares me. cuz It takes me a while to start a paper. Bible study? I should really go. I can go right after volunteering at craft night. man. I hate how homework gets in the way of my social life. I have places to be, damnit.
mmm its 3am right.... now. 3. I don't like that number. why? because there's always one that gets left out. that is NOOOOT FAIR.
I saw a kid wipe out on his bike today. thats numba one. I'm keeping a tally this year. lets see how many of those will be me.
ok. im done. good night and good luck.
chumps.
Having to write 5 papers has gotten me thinking of wanting to change my major. teaching history is the worst combination if you want to try to avoid writing a bunch of essays and reading really boring books. I'm so sick of writing papers, I'm about to gag. ohppss..I just did. the thought of having to write my last one for HST 304 made that possible.
But then I thought about teaching. and how much I love it. and then I thought about kids. and how much I love them. and then I thought about how I've dreamed of teaching kids ever since I was six. so it looks like I'm gunna have to bite the bullet. hard. and keep on chuggin. errr, writing.
I think I'm getting loopy. probly cuz its almost 3 and no one knows why I'm updating this thing. I feel like no one really reads it anyway. except for my boyfriend. chump. I bet when he's reading this, he's thinking, "my girlfriend's calling me a chump." thats what I would think anyway if I was reading this. Hey chump. thanks for lunch. Woody's Oasis was good. But its even better when you're eating it with me. and fantastic when you pay for it.
who fricken communicates with their significant other on livejournal?! I do. so f off. ha. really, there's no other way. my phone is nearly busted, and I don't have a computer to go on aim.
mahhhhh I really want to sleep. but I will keep writing. just for the hell of it.
so, if I could change any thing about my life right now, I would cut my hair. but alas, I cannot. I'm donating it, so I promised I wouldn't do it until my 21st birthday. its gettin looooooooong. I don't know what to do with it. its starting to get in the way.
I love diana. she is so fricken funny. she says the most randomn things sometimes. half of the time, none of it makes any sense. She's my DDR buddy. my partner in crime. my other crazy dancing son of of a wahhhhhh! no swearing. She and I had a laughing fit today at dinner. and I had somehow ended with 5 empty plates. go ahead. call me a pig.
shhhhh don't tell, but I've had a monster almost almost every day these past few days. I think thats whats f'in me up. Its so bad for you. but its sooooooooo good at the same time.
craft night tomorrow? maybe. If I ever get this stupid paper finished. I don't really have a thesis yet. which really scares me. cuz It takes me a while to start a paper. Bible study? I should really go. I can go right after volunteering at craft night. man. I hate how homework gets in the way of my social life. I have places to be, damnit.
mmm its 3am right.... now. 3. I don't like that number. why? because there's always one that gets left out. that is NOOOOT FAIR.
I saw a kid wipe out on his bike today. thats numba one. I'm keeping a tally this year. lets see how many of those will be me.
ok. im done. good night and good luck.
chumps.