I think my dad's dating again

On the CSUS webpage, there is a link to a faux 'Day in the Life...' under 'Admissions.' As a spoof, here's my reply ( Read more... )

Oh my God...

I'm going to school this summer.

I'm taking 12 units.

I'll have hours upon hours of homework.

I actually have to interact with other people.

I'll only have 3 weeks of non-school summer.

Why the HELL am I doing this again?

Ok, now they're barbie pink. I hate shaking things up.

I'm trying to figure out what color to paint my nails to i've got all thirteen bottles of polish in front of me and i just realized:

they're all the same.

They are all cherry/rasberry or "gig merlot" red. I need to switch up my life a bit.

I hate Easter. Every year I look at my wardrobe and realize (this is at the last second, of course) that everything nice that I own is black...and therefore can't be worn. I need to introduce color.

On another note-I have an extra Killers' Concert Ticket. The concert if April 19 at 7 pm. Comment if you're intrested.

Now-off to hell.

At what point does one start celebrating somebody's death-day rather than birthday? At what point does the occasion of their death become more important than their birth? Does it ever? Or is it a year or two after the die?

I am so fucking sick of being second rate at everything I try to do.

"I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it."

Alright, fine. I'm jealous.