First best friend: Jana ( Read more... )

Tonights the last exam I will have to take as an undergrad, hopefully. I'm scared and yet really anxious to get the bastard over with. 2 papers more and true freedom awaits...

I was channel surfing and I see Captain Jack Sparrow on CMT. WTF? He 's in a video for a song called 'Girls Lie Too'. Holy Hell he looks good. CMT has almost redeemed itself. Almost.

I'm 1 last class, 1 exam and 2 papers away from it being the end. My presentation is tonight and I have yet to pull 4 more articles for references. Procratinsation is the key my children. I can do this in 3 hours and make it look good- that's what you really learn senior year ( Read more... )

Yeah, that's right bitches. I graduated at 17 since I was one of the young ones. At least I got offered more for sex than $53, hur hur.

Had a fuckin great time in New Orleans. Me and my mom went to the french quarter, the flea market, riverwalk, and all sorts of stores around Decatur. My mom bought me some really pretty amber earrings, they had gobs of my favorite amber. Jewerly at the flea market kicks ass ( Read more... )

Oh yes, I will be intoxicated soon. 1 presentation, 2 papers to go and I will be at the end of my undergrad years. By August 4th, I will be out of class and 22 years old. Time to fuck shit up ( Read more... )

Ok, I found myself. Now I know where I've been all this time ( Read more... )

I came home from class and there's a huge ass bunch of roses on the counter. My mom went on a date tonight, again obviously. She says that older men are gentlemen, blah blah blah. I'm thinking "How sweet, maybe she is right. Maybe older guys like Mike are better to date" and go along my merry way, wondering what dating was like way back in the day ( Read more... )

The offer still stands. I will pay anyone who wants to write a paper on anorexia for me. The problem is I have yet to finish my paper on schemas. And for my last project in class ever, I was going to go into a completely new and strange territory for me. Behaviorism. Behold it's sad glory ( Read more... )