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Research.
In an effort to procrastinate doing my actual paper, I began to research the frequency of natural disasters ( Read more... ) -
Problems.
I think I just lost all of my cred as a rebel against things that people think are cool but they really aren't ( Read more... ) -
Lost.
I have just one thought about Lost:
Whatever.
It's an hour I don't have to spend in front of the tv anymore. I don't care about you, Desmond/Jack/Locke/Kate/Random!Other!Girl. I don't.
You all suck, and I hope you all die. Preferably by electromagnetic wave or whatever happens when you don't PUSH THE BUTTON.
ALSO: GIP!! -
Damn I'm good.
3592 words?! For a paper about Buffy?!!!!
Before the Works Cited and the Header even.
Also, it didn't take as long as I thought. I have time to, you know. Be lazy and stuff. Huh. Imagine that.
I should do assignments on time more often. It's a lot more satisfying that rushing around. Like that'll ever happen -
Break between classes.
1. Fire alarms DO NOT NEED TO GO OFF WHEN IT'S RAINING THANKS SO MUCH GUY WHO DIDN'T WANT TO TAKE HIS TEST TODAY ( Read more... ) -
Seriously. Dude.
UGH. Arkansas probably made my accent twenty times thicker than normal. Does NO one know how to pronounce Ibuprofen? It's EYE-BEE-PRO-FEN not EYE-BEE-PRO-FEE-UM.
GOD.
ETA: /joking. Seriously do I need to add in every time I'm joking in a journal now? Maybe my tone does not come off as joke-y. WHO KNOWS. Anyway. Yeah. I like my messed up ( Read more... ) -
My Eight-Ball Says "Outlook Wretched."
GOD. I just want to go to Wendy's and pig-out, but it's only ok if I find someone else to pig-out with because then it's kind of a...support in the greasy clogging arteries thing ( Read more... ) -
I need to calm down.
I have a to do list for basically the first time in my life. And all you people who said it would solve problems were LIARS OMG ( Read more... )
