I am holding out on making a real update because I am waiting for my friends to send me those god-forsaken pictures from London that we took forever ago. Let's see, I am working like, 35-40 hour weeks at good old Starbucks, and thus, I have not done any of my essays or any of my documentary. I am the biggest loser. I never learn my lesson. I can't ( Read more... )

Work was actually fun today. Afterwards I walked with Jo in the pouring rain back to her "mansion" for tea. How very British indeed. We took tons of random, stupid pictures. The majority of them came out very gross, and sadly, these are the best. Pathetic ( Read more... )

This weekend was fun and quite a contrast since I didn't have to do massive amounts of school work as I am on "Easter break" for the whole month. My vacation dorm room is retarded though. Above the doors in the hall where other people live it says such things as "Larry's land of cock" and "Tom's clinic of cock". I don't find it original or amusing ( Read more... )

I feel sick. Disconnected-like ( Read more... )

As my amazingly creative title suggests, I am currently sick. I had to go to work...not only that, but I had to go EARLY and perform my duties even though I have a crazy-ass fever ( Read more... )

......but instead of that, I am laying in my bed piddling my time away on the internet. It is currently 3 am and this is the last week of classes for me in England, ever ( Read more... )

I just know my friends list will be deluged with updates about how drunk everyone got, and who did what when they were drunk, etc etc ( Read more... )

I just did the largest update of my life. OF MY LIFE, and I just erased it by accident. I'm so dumb. I'll write it again later. I give up for now.

damnit, I was reading up on all these conspiracies and predictions for the future and now I am kind of scared to go to sleep. LOSER. Reading about John Titor's "time travelling" adventure and his accompanying predictions just makes me feel lame and scared ( Read more... )

Damnit. I wish I had an ounce of motivation towards school and the work that accompanies it. I fucking give up. I don't ever want to go to class again. I don't ever want to turn in an essay that won't be graded. Why am I even here? Why am I even taking these classes? This shit is just rehashed from previous years at UC Irvine. Why am I fucking ( Read more... )