so college writing. i'm pooped. i have no idea what i'm supposed to be writing about. hah hah. i guess i should listen in class when she's telling us what we're writing papers about. i have a thesis and central ideas due tomorrow and i dont know what i'm writing them about. hmmmm. i guess i'll just make something up ( Read more... )

i can't believe that after spring break is over there's only six weeks of school left (minus senior project). that is crazy. i cant believe we'll all be going to college in a few months. i feel like i'm too young and that i shouldnt be doing that yet or making decisions like where i should go and what i should do with the rest of my life yet. thats ( Read more... )

i miss pierre already

i'm writing a paper and it is so pooping hard i'm about to cry. i've been repeating the same thing over and over for the last page and a half. and i still have to study for government, do my sociology thesis (which i probably wont do), read the sociology chapter, and do a devotional for bible study tomorrow night. pooooop. i'm pretty much failing ( Read more... )

i dream'd in a dream ( Read more... )

i thought i was going to get fired yesterday. two of my managers called my into their office and they were like "we dont know how to say this..." i was like yessssssss! i'm getting fired. i was trying not to smile. but then they only wanted to tell me that my pants were to long. bummer.

( a very incomplete documentation of my break. )

thursday ( Read more... )

i got home from state today. it was really fun. i like going up there a lot. lindsey and i just kind of bummed around but it was nice. i liked it. we went to this place called playing picasso where you can paint pottery. i painted a little star shaped box and lindsey painted a mug. i also found somebody i want her to marry.

( bonjour. bonjour. )

sometimes i wish i had more fun. sometimes i wish i was more fun. and sometimes i just wish.

"Grown-ups like numbers. When you tell them about a new friend, they never ask questions about what really matters. They never ask: "What does his voice sound like?" "What games does he like best?" "Does he collect butterflies?". They ask: "How old is he?" "How many brothers does he have?" "How much does he weigh?" "How much money does his father ( Read more... )