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i am so buzzing on WHHHHite LLLLightening crapochino from beaners. it is really hard to study right now so i thought i would take a break and update the story of my life.
ahhhhh alll nighters are great. so much fun. i still have 4 hours and 3 minutes and 2 seconds til my second to last exam. yippppeee. i can't wait for this semester to be over with.
fun fun fun. ya know if i were smart i wouldn't have watched the whole fifth season of sex and the city. but it just kept taunting me. and my inner monologue was alll 'gurl don't press that button, ya know you should hit those all to interesting philosophy books written by a bunch of old dusty guys who just couldn't get it up so they had to spend their time thinking about life and shizznit.... put down the remote. DO IT. don't make me come over there and bitch slap myself.... well maybe just one... well maybe just one more.... well since you made it half way....' and that is how i spent a good portion of the night. and was it worth it you ask? HELL YEAH
but alas now i am like totally stressin. ahhh the joys of being me.
i don't like this... this whole living alone thing. i am sad that jessica is moving out. and no it isn't because i smell or anything. fyi to all of those out there who didn't know jess fell down the death stairs of our second level (shitty) housing project and totally sir mix a lotted her leg. hense she is moving to a lower level..... i want to go with her for the three (in no apparent order) reasons:
1) she owns practically every thing in the appartment and once she leaves all i will have is a can of beans and a cardboard box.... wait no the can of beans is her's too.
2) i don't like the idea of having to live next door to crazy guy aka 'giver of an assload of roses and taco hell delight'... i have come to the conclusion he is a bad bad person.
3) living by myself is creepy.... i get paranoid and start thinking that some one will break in and steal my magic eight ball or stick of deodorant or box of tissues or febreze or chapstick or plastic foot or nail file...etc
yeah so that is where my mind is at right now....
so you all have a merry FUCKING christmas and a happy FUCKING new year .... it is funny how one person in particular i know was unable to say those words to me. i am not bitter. ohhh nooo. not in the least..................................................... though i do secretly hope he chokes on his turkey, santa sends him coal, and the new years baby shits on his car. what an asshole.
ok back to being studious.
ahhhhh alll nighters are great. so much fun. i still have 4 hours and 3 minutes and 2 seconds til my second to last exam. yippppeee. i can't wait for this semester to be over with.
fun fun fun. ya know if i were smart i wouldn't have watched the whole fifth season of sex and the city. but it just kept taunting me. and my inner monologue was alll 'gurl don't press that button, ya know you should hit those all to interesting philosophy books written by a bunch of old dusty guys who just couldn't get it up so they had to spend their time thinking about life and shizznit.... put down the remote. DO IT. don't make me come over there and bitch slap myself.... well maybe just one... well maybe just one more.... well since you made it half way....' and that is how i spent a good portion of the night. and was it worth it you ask? HELL YEAH
but alas now i am like totally stressin. ahhh the joys of being me.
i don't like this... this whole living alone thing. i am sad that jessica is moving out. and no it isn't because i smell or anything. fyi to all of those out there who didn't know jess fell down the death stairs of our second level (shitty) housing project and totally sir mix a lotted her leg. hense she is moving to a lower level..... i want to go with her for the three (in no apparent order) reasons:
1) she owns practically every thing in the appartment and once she leaves all i will have is a can of beans and a cardboard box.... wait no the can of beans is her's too.
2) i don't like the idea of having to live next door to crazy guy aka 'giver of an assload of roses and taco hell delight'... i have come to the conclusion he is a bad bad person.
3) living by myself is creepy.... i get paranoid and start thinking that some one will break in and steal my magic eight ball or stick of deodorant or box of tissues or febreze or chapstick or plastic foot or nail file...etc
yeah so that is where my mind is at right now....
so you all have a merry FUCKING christmas and a happy FUCKING new year .... it is funny how one person in particular i know was unable to say those words to me. i am not bitter. ohhh nooo. not in the least..................................................... though i do secretly hope he chokes on his turkey, santa sends him coal, and the new years baby shits on his car. what an asshole.
ok back to being studious.