It's not even Halloween yet and it's fucking snowing. Boo

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Last night was the worst night of my life

Well today sucked. I felt like shit all day, I over slept. Missed my first class. Couldnt figure out my fuking computer homework. I went to the nurse, she said I had a fever and then when she went over my symptoms she said she thought I had kindey stones and sent me to the urgent care center. By then I was in tears cause it hurt so bad. Kayla, Mike ( Read more... )

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I hate mornings. I hate mondays. Luckily I got to sleep in today because my schedual is rearranged today ( Read more... )

You have four years to be irresponsible here. Relax. Work is for people with jobs. You'll never remember class time, but you'll remember time you wasted hanging out with your friends. So, stay out late. Go out on a Tuesday with your friends when you have a paper due Wednesday. Spend money you don't have. Drink 'til sunrise. The work never ends, but ( Read more... )

I miss having pets. I think if my dog or cat were here I'd be much happier. Our dorm room seems really boring lately, I want to go on a crazed dorm room shopping spree. I need to go on a shoe shopping spree too. I'm afraid I'm beginning to gain the freshmen fifiteen, I think I've gained about 5 lbs. I started keeping a little notebook wiht me all ( Read more... )

I found this in leftoff 's journal and it reminded me of myself:
nothing of me is original. i am the combined effort of everybody i've ever known.

I never have gotten the chance to write about my weekends since I got here, but I'll just do this weekend anyways. The past one was a lot crazier though. Friday I needed an escape, it had been torrential downpouring all week and I was getting cabin fever. Kayla brought me and Lauren with her to CT for the night. We smoked a couple of bowls on our ( Read more... )

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So here I am, sitting in my large cancer walk t-shirt that grazes my thighs, in my favorite hot pink thong with the side ties. My hair a mess, whipped up in a bun-like contraption on my head. My room smells like sex. And the only things I can here are the slow murmur of the fan and LJs snoring. My room feels like home. So I guess it only makes ( Read more... )