BACK UP OFF ME BITCH
I can't take my room anymore. It looks like a damn yard sale or pawn shop or something. Every fucking day maggie drags in some new item to clutter MY space. Somehow these little trinkets end up on my relative "side". Last night she brought in this tall ass tree in a planter. Don't get me wrong, I like plants and trees just as much as the next yingling, but in this room we have no space for it. I am going to insist later today that we get rid of the pointless mini futon. She probably wont because it's tiedyed and she can't jepeordize getting rid of something that helps represent her "hippy image" which is bullshit anyway. I swear to god if one more poster goes up of bob marley I will go insane. Let me do a count of them right now. SEVEN! but that is including the calendar but same fucking difference. I used to like him, but he is dead to me now. Thanks maggie, for ruining a musical legend for me.
Classes are going well, I HATE my philosophy class because it's boring as hell. And it's my earliest class every monday wed fri so I espe cially hate it. All the other classes are good. I especially like sociology because there is no attendance policy and the stuff is interesting. Spanish is good too but I am intimidated by it. Everyone speaks English as a second language, second to spanish. Ohhh well.
I should go to the bank to get some money out since I LOST my debit card. But, i think i'll nap instead.
Classes are going well, I HATE my philosophy class because it's boring as hell. And it's my earliest class every monday wed fri so I espe cially hate it. All the other classes are good. I especially like sociology because there is no attendance policy and the stuff is interesting. Spanish is good too but I am intimidated by it. Everyone speaks English as a second language, second to spanish. Ohhh well.
I should go to the bank to get some money out since I LOST my debit card. But, i think i'll nap instead.