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BLLLLAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, FUCKERS.
So - supposed to register for classes tomorrow, but some reason I'm not cleared, so I gotta go back and talk to satan herself, Dr. Rose Mary Owens and get her to clear that for me.
Talking to that woman is shit, all she does is say the same blatantly recycled shit she's said to every person. She just waits for some catch phrase to come up and launches into some rant about how she was poor as a child and went to all her classes. Ridiculous.
And my classes, grades and [it seems like] friends are all slipping away as the semester spins down the drain. I don't know who my friends are here anymore. I can't even write in my xanga anymore because people always read that and have to talk to me about it. I mean, what the hell people... if you read the journal read the whole thing.
Recently I had a post in which I talked of my thoughts of going home, and my conclusion that I wasn't going to. However, all the people that saw me in the next couple of days asked me why I was leaving school.
I hate you people. Fuckin hell.
Anyway, I posted in that, so I'll post in this - Resolutions for the summer:
Stop smoking.
Get a job and keep it.
Get excersize.
Buy a car/moped/rocket-powered rollerblades.
Okay - and just so you'll be interested... pictures!!
Sky's party trick...
Hi, Gina.
Hi, Jillian.
Those last two were from Liz's birthday party at my apartment, but they were with my camera. All pictures of her are on her camera...
However, she got an awesome gift.
... jealousy ensues.
By you, not me.
Peace for now, bitches.
So - supposed to register for classes tomorrow, but some reason I'm not cleared, so I gotta go back and talk to satan herself, Dr. Rose Mary Owens and get her to clear that for me.
Talking to that woman is shit, all she does is say the same blatantly recycled shit she's said to every person. She just waits for some catch phrase to come up and launches into some rant about how she was poor as a child and went to all her classes. Ridiculous.
And my classes, grades and [it seems like] friends are all slipping away as the semester spins down the drain. I don't know who my friends are here anymore. I can't even write in my xanga anymore because people always read that and have to talk to me about it. I mean, what the hell people... if you read the journal read the whole thing.
Recently I had a post in which I talked of my thoughts of going home, and my conclusion that I wasn't going to. However, all the people that saw me in the next couple of days asked me why I was leaving school.
I hate you people. Fuckin hell.
Anyway, I posted in that, so I'll post in this - Resolutions for the summer:
Stop smoking.
Get a job and keep it.
Get excersize.
Buy a car/moped/rocket-powered rollerblades.
Okay - and just so you'll be interested... pictures!!
Sky's party trick...
Hi, Gina.
Hi, Jillian.
Those last two were from Liz's birthday party at my apartment, but they were with my camera. All pictures of her are on her camera...
However, she got an awesome gift.
... jealousy ensues.
By you, not me.
Peace for now, bitches.