3 ene 2005
"There's nothing wrong with lepers" -Glynis-
"Yeah, except for the leprosy" -Bekah-
Sometimes i wonder why i even bother going to college. I learn so much more hanging out with all my dropout friends. That might be a bit of an exaggeration, but then again i cannot recall talking about Kurdistan, the merits of dead puppy factories, and the filmographic history of buses in one day back in Madison.
I am secretly using my dad's girlfriend's computer today, hiding in their room and hoping no one comes home before i finish the exactly two things i ever need to do on the internet. For anyone who cares, my hand is all better and i can type again, but here at home i have no access to computers on any sort of regular basis. This is a huge problem as i need to start applying for summer jobsthis last week, but other than my continually-screwed finances/curriculum vitae i'm not too worried.
Um de da... kimmy! and co. haven't moved out yet, and apparently there's some talk of pushing moving day back to Saturday. What a bunch of bitches, screwing up my social life. In more practical matters, i haven't been able to unpack yet, as there is no physical room in this huge house for me to move my boxes to and sort through them. I have been wearing the same two outfits for at least three weeks now, not that i personally mynd that much, but i am pretty sure i own other clothes somewhere. Facts like that are lingering somewhere in my memory.
My dad sold Akira the other day. My car, you know, Akira. It's all gone. I drove that thing for five years and only crashed it... oh, a half dozen times. Depends how you're counting, i guess. In the logical sphere i realize the car was a goner, and i am usually too lazy to jump it when it's cold out, but it really is inconvient to not have my own car when my sister is at school. She should really get home now, she was done with school an hour ago. More importantly, i really miss my car. I did everything in that car for years, and when i cleaned it out i found various objects such as $23 in nickels, MaryBeth's diary (sophomore year of HIGHSCHOOL), several air-fresheners shaped like Garfield, a rock with the word "HOPE" written on it, a can of beans with a Budweiser's lable, a can of spray-adhesive, about 14 water bottles, my freshman-year photography project, and literal gallons of dust. The stickers wouldn't come off the car, so those bitches who bought it better have some appreciation for Wales, Ani, StarTrek, and Paramedics. Damn, i'll shut up about the car now, it's making me sad.
AND OH!!!!! Rachel is home!!
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"Yeah, except for the leprosy" -Bekah-
Sometimes i wonder why i even bother going to college. I learn so much more hanging out with all my dropout friends. That might be a bit of an exaggeration, but then again i cannot recall talking about Kurdistan, the merits of dead puppy factories, and the filmographic history of buses in one day back in Madison.
I am secretly using my dad's girlfriend's computer today, hiding in their room and hoping no one comes home before i finish the exactly two things i ever need to do on the internet. For anyone who cares, my hand is all better and i can type again, but here at home i have no access to computers on any sort of regular basis. This is a huge problem as i need to start applying for summer jobs
Um de da... kimmy! and co. haven't moved out yet, and apparently there's some talk of pushing moving day back to Saturday. What a bunch of bitches, screwing up my social life. In more practical matters, i haven't been able to unpack yet, as there is no physical room in this huge house for me to move my boxes to and sort through them. I have been wearing the same two outfits for at least three weeks now, not that i personally mynd that much, but i am pretty sure i own other clothes somewhere. Facts like that are lingering somewhere in my memory.
My dad sold Akira the other day. My car, you know, Akira. It's all gone. I drove that thing for five years and only crashed it... oh, a half dozen times. Depends how you're counting, i guess. In the logical sphere i realize the car was a goner, and i am usually too lazy to jump it when it's cold out, but it really is inconvient to not have my own car when my sister is at school. She should really get home now, she was done with school an hour ago. More importantly, i really miss my car. I did everything in that car for years, and when i cleaned it out i found various objects such as $23 in nickels, MaryBeth's diary (sophomore year of HIGHSCHOOL), several air-fresheners shaped like Garfield, a rock with the word "HOPE" written on it, a can of beans with a Budweiser's lable, a can of spray-adhesive, about 14 water bottles, my freshman-year photography project, and literal gallons of dust. The stickers wouldn't come off the car, so those bitches who bought it better have some appreciation for Wales, Ani, StarTrek, and Paramedics. Damn, i'll shut up about the car now, it's making me sad.
AND OH!!!!! Rachel is home!!
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