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The only reason I'm writing this is because I came home from work early because I have cramps. Otherwise, I would not have had the time. Life is ridiculous right now. I can't even get 10 minutes to sit the fuck down.
However, I did not turn in an assignment on Thursday so I could go to the Jason Mraz concert at Centennial Hall on Wednesday night with Shannon. She called me last minute when I was doing my reporting for an article (which is due on Tuesday but I have to do a week in advance because I have to work all the time). It was so awesome, Jason Mraz is the cutest, most clever motherfucker ever, plus he can pop lock WTF. I definitely bought a shirt and me and Shannon spent the rest of the night swooning.
I just took an 800 miligram ibuprofen so hopefully I can take my love to the movies for a date night tonight. I'm going to surprise him by taking him to see Roll Bounce. Francis loves skating and he is going to be so excited.
He needs a good time to distract him from all the shit he's going through. The poor kid is about to crack open and I can't explain the ways it breaks my heart to be so helpless. I almost want to beg and plead with him to feel better but I know I can't put that pressure on him. The Leboeuf-Motta household is in some dire times right now. On our days off, we just sit and do homework, not talking for hours and hours. What are you gonna do?
I want to tear by abdomin out. Today I said something that (i think) is clever: "I have an abdominable system."
The people in my journalism class need to shut the fuck up and I can't even believe these people are going to be journalists, they are the most biased, rude, opinionated, and IGNORANT people ever. Yesterday we were talking about a Mexican restaraunt and one girl says: "the fact that they answer the phone in Spanish is scary."
Teacher: "what???? Scary??? Spanish is scary?"
Everyone (besides me): "yeeeeeees!"
Girl: "very scary."
I don't know what the fuck they're talking about because I'm pretty sure I saw Jason Mraz sing in Spanish and it was pretty damn sexy.
oh yeah, FUCK THE HURRICANES. No one go back to new orleans. ever.
However, I did not turn in an assignment on Thursday so I could go to the Jason Mraz concert at Centennial Hall on Wednesday night with Shannon. She called me last minute when I was doing my reporting for an article (which is due on Tuesday but I have to do a week in advance because I have to work all the time). It was so awesome, Jason Mraz is the cutest, most clever motherfucker ever, plus he can pop lock WTF. I definitely bought a shirt and me and Shannon spent the rest of the night swooning.
I just took an 800 miligram ibuprofen so hopefully I can take my love to the movies for a date night tonight. I'm going to surprise him by taking him to see Roll Bounce. Francis loves skating and he is going to be so excited.
He needs a good time to distract him from all the shit he's going through. The poor kid is about to crack open and I can't explain the ways it breaks my heart to be so helpless. I almost want to beg and plead with him to feel better but I know I can't put that pressure on him. The Leboeuf-Motta household is in some dire times right now. On our days off, we just sit and do homework, not talking for hours and hours. What are you gonna do?
I want to tear by abdomin out. Today I said something that (i think) is clever: "I have an abdominable system."
The people in my journalism class need to shut the fuck up and I can't even believe these people are going to be journalists, they are the most biased, rude, opinionated, and IGNORANT people ever. Yesterday we were talking about a Mexican restaraunt and one girl says: "the fact that they answer the phone in Spanish is scary."
Teacher: "what???? Scary??? Spanish is scary?"
Everyone (besides me): "yeeeeeees!"
Girl: "very scary."
I don't know what the fuck they're talking about because I'm pretty sure I saw Jason Mraz sing in Spanish and it was pretty damn sexy.
oh yeah, FUCK THE HURRICANES. No one go back to new orleans. ever.