| I'm done.... and so is your mom. I swear to God.... that is the last mom joke I ever make.... ever. Good Decision. I hate the looming necessity of a job. Please, could I not? But, alas.
I don't understand suicide. I am prett sure that I am far too narcicistic (sp?) to commit suicide, but if someone I was really close to committed suicide I would just feel like it was my fault... I know it wouldn't be, but I would feel overwhelmingly like I didn't do enough. I guess what I'm saying is, I don't think I could commit suicide because, along with my narcicism, it would hurt the people I'm close to a helluva lot more than me, and that just sucks.
Who likes fat free jell-o? I know I do.
I was officially one of those kids that ate ice cream and ranch dressing with their french fries in the Caf... aka. me gaining the glorious 'freshman fifteen.' Two cheers for anorexia and lean cuisine. |
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| It is effect... not affect. |
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| 8 page paper for a 1 hour class... SOOO fucking not worth the time considering its minimal affect on my gpa... |
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| I made a 100 on my Chemistry test! I almost creamed my jeans I was so excited.
last Thursday-Monday was pretty much terrible. Thursday- chem test , Friday/Saturday - think about how I really need to study for Heritage but drink anyways, Sunday - Heritage seriously til 3 AM, and Monday- the heritage test. It sucked. I mean, Friday and Saturday don't really sound bad, but I ate myself up over not doing anything, at least until I had had roughly 5 beers.
Responsibility is annoying. I really don't want anymore assignments, ever. I am not looking forward to writing this heritage paper... at all. Actually, I would rather give blood, and that's crazy for me.
I think I'm about to go and do a spanish listening lab instead of lolly-gagging on one of the cpus in the spanish computer lab. Good Decision.
By the way, I hate the music on the heritage exams, including don giovanni. |
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