Goodnight.

It took me five days to write a essay for COM200
Procrastination is a whore.
I have to write a five minute oral speech before Thursday.

BUT four more days of school and I will be out for the summer.

Joys.

Assholes

I realize that I have asshole-ish ways, but for the most part I would take the shirt off my back for someone that needed it.
But there’s lines that can’t be crossed.
I have a really nice roommate-ish girl who stays at my apartment and I like her and all and if I have something useful I’ll let her borrow that.
But not my computer.
Does that make me a legitimate asshole?
Well see she needed to bring it to work with her, and, see, well my computer is worth about as much as my car, being that I drive a POS and own a macbook.
So I’m rambling to make myself feel better about not letting her borrow my pride and joy.
It really is my baby.

comme ci, comme ça

It’s been a day. But really just half of one.
I’m about to leave for work at good ‘ol wally world but first I have a few things I should mention:

• I’m in a relationship.
• My friends are bother by me not being around as often.
• Even though I am.
• I’ve just been studying a lot.
• My debut in the school paper will be about a fraternity philanthropy pancake breakfast.
• Com 200 is eating my soul.
• I wanna listen to The National all day and lay in bed

Going to work now. Bia.  

It’s seven am. I need to get ready but I’ve lost the will to move.
The cold front is bringing perfect time for a cosby sweater and some skinny jeans!
Going to Scottsboro today and my boyfriend is coming too.
This should be fun.

Or terrifying, who am I to judge.

Thoughts.

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Friday, sick day!

I’ve spent 90% of today sleeping

5% eating

5% showering

I don’t want to go to work, but I hate being broke.

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Dude just told me he hated Nivana.

It may be a deal breaker.

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Take me back to Boston.

Let’s talk about your day.

Today I:

Made things awkward with at least three cute boys.
Said something awkward to one I work with.
Managed to do a great job cleaning up the kids clothes, only to see it destroyed before I left.
And I just don’t sleep anymore.
Too much shit to do.

But I’m trying to be a girl again.