Update-- because the shop's empty and I'm friggin bored;; <3
1. UNCW -- Epicness and the like
2. Stomach -- Suspected lack of epicness
3. Job -- I have one
4. Weed -- Bonzai's a lameass
5. Roleplay -- Where I whine
Of course I get busy when I try to update. *groans* Alright.
I'm flippin' ecstatic about UNCW and my classes. *goes to get* Dude, I'm a glorious person. And these classes fit the glory. And the student activities~~ Dude. *amused* Oh-- my card, too. Shit, I'm unprepared for this update. And yep, I'm well aware I look kinda like a creeper, but ah well. It was awkward.
And -- oop, minnow lady who thinks I'm a guy *dies* -- Mmkay, and my schedule:
Introduction to Criminal Justice
Introductory German I
Lifespan Human Devel
Criminology
Honors Psychopathology [DUDE-- you can be jealous]
Honors Enrichment Seminar: Headlines and History in American Politics
You can be jealous now. Needless to say, busy randomly. and ngh. Fuckin' swivels.
So my classes/college pwns yours, y/y? Yep, and the activities... I'm going on the ghost walk trail thinger as soon as possible.
-- oop, shop gossip *dies* "Damn yankees... you know what a half-back is? A yankee who moves to Florida, finds out it's too hot and moves halfway back so that they settle here." Ahah. *amused* --
and anyways, yes, there's also this thing called Oozeball. I'm perhaps too excited for this shit. Mud volleyball? Dude, the firefighters flippin' come out to the field to hose the field. *dies* No football, surprisingly. Perhaps that's healthier, meh. WSSU's football team just embarassing-- I do prefer none to that.
Okay, stomach. I'm paranoid. I may have an ulcer. *dies* Though my guardian there believes it's a gall bladder thing. I dunno which is worse. Hopefully it passes, cuz dude, no, I don't want to even go to the doc til my health insurance kicks in. Specially when I need to see the tooth doc.
So job. Rod and Reel shop-- and I may be getting Work study at college. I'm all excited. If I don't, they have like fifteen stores around there anyways. <33 I spread my work gossip out througout this post anyways so no need to ramble, I guess. Anddd weed. I don't care whether it hurts you or not. It makes you stupid. Voluntarily. During its effects. Defend it on a case by case deal, but mostly, I've only known people to be slowwww and huhhh-ish while high on the shit.
Roleplay. Ngh. It's depressing. Our L sucks hard. Like intensely hard- and you never want someone sucking something too hard. And her OOC self is almost ten times worse. *dies* This is a vent. I'm allowed to vent in my journal. *yawns* In case.
Man, I need ice. Also waiting forever for people who are slow. Oh, Rhon graduated yesterday. Sucky day. Long, hot, loud, flashing and hnghnggh /end whining
2. Stomach -- Suspected lack of epicness
3. Job -- I have one
4. Weed -- Bonzai's a lameass
5. Roleplay -- Where I whine
Of course I get busy when I try to update. *groans* Alright.
I'm flippin' ecstatic about UNCW and my classes. *goes to get* Dude, I'm a glorious person. And these classes fit the glory. And the student activities~~ Dude. *amused* Oh-- my card, too. Shit, I'm unprepared for this update. And yep, I'm well aware I look kinda like a creeper, but ah well. It was awkward.
And -- oop, minnow lady who thinks I'm a guy *dies* -- Mmkay, and my schedule:
Introduction to Criminal Justice
Introductory German I
Lifespan Human Devel
Criminology
Honors Psychopathology [DUDE-- you can be jealous]
Honors Enrichment Seminar: Headlines and History in American Politics
You can be jealous now. Needless to say, busy randomly. and ngh. Fuckin' swivels.
So my classes/college pwns yours, y/y? Yep, and the activities... I'm going on the ghost walk trail thinger as soon as possible.
-- oop, shop gossip *dies* "Damn yankees... you know what a half-back is? A yankee who moves to Florida, finds out it's too hot and moves halfway back so that they settle here." Ahah. *amused* --
and anyways, yes, there's also this thing called Oozeball. I'm perhaps too excited for this shit. Mud volleyball? Dude, the firefighters flippin' come out to the field to hose the field. *dies* No football, surprisingly. Perhaps that's healthier, meh. WSSU's football team just embarassing-- I do prefer none to that.
Okay, stomach. I'm paranoid. I may have an ulcer. *dies* Though my guardian there believes it's a gall bladder thing. I dunno which is worse. Hopefully it passes, cuz dude, no, I don't want to even go to the doc til my health insurance kicks in. Specially when I need to see the tooth doc.
So job. Rod and Reel shop-- and I may be getting Work study at college. I'm all excited. If I don't, they have like fifteen stores around there anyways. <33 I spread my work gossip out througout this post anyways so no need to ramble, I guess. Anddd weed. I don't care whether it hurts you or not. It makes you stupid. Voluntarily. During its effects. Defend it on a case by case deal, but mostly, I've only known people to be slowwww and huhhh-ish while high on the shit.
Roleplay. Ngh. It's depressing. Our L sucks hard. Like intensely hard- and you never want someone sucking something too hard. And her OOC self is almost ten times worse. *dies* This is a vent. I'm allowed to vent in my journal. *yawns* In case.
Man, I need ice. Also waiting forever for people who are slow. Oh, Rhon graduated yesterday. Sucky day. Long, hot, loud, flashing and hnghnggh /end whining