Dear Lana,

You WILL NOT freak out when you see your debit car statement this month. You spent like a crazy and you know it so don't act surprised.

Love,
Lana.

I am about to go running and screaming down to my advisor to change my major. what did I get myself into.

I used to do like, day recaps in this here journal. Let's do one for this weekend for good old time's sake ( Read more... )

I just had my first day at my internship thing and I'm not a fan, I really don't think I'm cut out for this kind of shit.

And I really wish people would grow the fuck up.

UUUUGH

As much as I think my father's a little dumbass and immature, I'll hand it to him, he's a helluva mechanic. And not like gas station change your oil type, like discover a defect that recalled 10,000 Hondas in the 90s.

I went into work tonight at 5pm. It was busy as hell, I had to back up the register more than half the night. I also got a visit from Alexis and co. We didn't get out til 11:30pm because on Sundays we have to make things right for the beginning of the week. So, since I hadn't eaten all day I headed to the 24 hr McDonalds in Carle Place.

"Can I take ( Read more... )

About two weeks ago I ended things with my then boyfriend of 1 year and 4 months. Things have been deteriorating for a while and with a little help from my friends I got the wake up call to stop being miserable. I couldn't have fun around him, I didn't want him around and I couldn't bear to kiss him anymore. Obviously, why stay in a shitty ( Read more... )

i cannot describe what i'm feeling right now. i want to kill something. i wanna scream on the top of my lungs.

I am going tto begin writing in here more because, well, I have no excuse not to. I spend aimless hours on the internet trying to waste my time, why not upgrade my journal.

As of right now, I am in the beginning of my Spring semester of my junior year of college as a Art major with a specialization in Graphic Design. Last week there were two ( Read more... )

This is the, "I have absolutely nothing to do at this point of the semester and I'm dying of boredom and all I can do is complain about how much I hate this place" part of the semester. A few more days in and I'll be bombarded with shit to do to the point of content.

Lets do simple math shall we?

papers up the ass + a 24 hr work week - the time to ( Read more... )