I can't register for classes on Thursday until I pay of $75+ in parking tickets.

I can't pay off $75+ in parking tickets until I get paid.

I won't get paid until the 10th.

At the time of payment, I will be paying for garbage, electric, rent, gas, direct tv, comcast and gas for my car. As well as groceries.

I will not have the money to take care of ( Read more... )

( Thanks Annie.... )

Fuck this noise.
There are people in my house.
I am d-runk.
I wanna sleep.

I hate drama.
Hate
hate hate hate

It.

It's dumb and waste of energy.

Not how I wanted to spend my night- drunk and sad.

Shit . THat's how you're supposed to feel on V-day. Not Feb. 15th. Shit.

This is me: 

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Opening Night went really well.

I like a boy who likes me back.

And he has an accent.

Come see the show!

Old Main Theatre, 7:30. It's free.

I'm a pirate who drinks a lot.

From a pink flask, that actually belongs to me.

Represent.

My grandma died today.
I haven't cried about it yet, but I suppose that's because in my head, i've already made peace with the fact that she was dying.
I think.
I have no idea.

I'm cleaning my house right now like a meth-addict.

Maybe I am feeling something, and cleaning is my way of taking care of it?? I have no idea.

The Fairhaven and I are not friends anymore ( Read more... )

My night in Vancouver... the things I hear ( Read more... )

In the next five days the following needs to happen ( Read more... )

Chris is back from Vegas, we talked, we're good.

I hateeeeee my job. Next Wednesday cannot come soon enough. I'm excited about Blockbuster. Hopefully I do a good job selling things people don't really need. Like convincing morbidly obese people to buy  concessions. ...I'm going to hell.