I have totally settled in for homeworking: girl scout cookies on one side of me and beer on the other. Stress, I am kicking you in the nads. Be gone! I just want to plaaaaaaay. Friday, where you go?

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Just thought you all would want to know -- the test that they give students to find out if they need special ed is called the Woodcock Johnson test. At least I have learned something useful in my classes. Tee hee.

My old computer is out of my room and I had no idea how nostalgic this would make me feel. It's a computer! But a computer full of memories! Gar! I feel ridiculously silly now, like I am back in freshman year and obsessing over away messages instead of a semi grown lady type person thing. I think I've been spending too much time in my own head ( Read more... )

To me: Okay, heave a sigh of relief because you are paranoid and actually quite loveable.

Nobody tells me anything around here. Grumble grumble. You've heard it a million times now, but I'll say it again. Please come back, friendly type people! I feel social! I want friends ( Read more... )

What do you do when actual total legitimate things make you sad? I don't think my hormones are returnable or even malfunctioning.

I need school to start. I don't care if they are brainwashing me. It makes me feel better.

I just watched part of Grease on TV. Danny Zuko is the dreamiest. I wish my boyfriend was dreamy.

This is me winking. *Wink*

I miss your futon.

Why did no one fail to tell me that senior year in college is the worst time ever? I dated two of you and you never once hinted at the sheer awfulness of it all. Fucking liars ( Read more... )

Just when I think I am being sweet as pie, everyone in my family accuses me of being grumpy and "scary." But I am so helpful! And thoughtful! And I just spent all of my money on you people! Be nice to me ( Read more... )