i hate my life.
something like this would actually be a good thing right now:
did i mention? i hate my life.
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I wish we were back together
For just one night
So I couldpush you out of my loftbed
while you were sleeping.
–anita liberty
heh. after the shit i had to deal with the last three days, ON TOP of all my finals hell, i agree.
but damn? where will i get a loft bed?
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ay dios…
i’m so tired…pineapple’s a-tired…and the world has apparently got one hell of a grudge against me. like you wouldn’t believe. comin’ at me from all sides. the steps of pfoho attacked me in such a way that not only did i slip, trip, scrape both my knees and rip a hole in the knee of my jeans, but my backpack flew off my back and managed to thwap me in the head. the showcase computers have been militant and rebellious and constantly freaking shocking me all day. the boy has been sick since monday and apparently has tonsilitis…pobrecito i’m thisclose to finishing the seventh book of the dark tower, and without getting into it too much…soooooooo sad… AND math and chemistry are fucking EATING ME. test tomorrow at 8:30 in the freaking morning. and it is *not* looking good boys and girls. not looking good at all.
my only consolation at this point is that tomorrow, i’m going to see the spongebob squarepants movie!!!
you know, if chem doesn’t destroy me completely.
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listening to nas, plotting a revolution and lovin’ sorry everybody.com enough to contribute to it.
i’m badass in stomp-you-to-the-ground boots today and a better-not-fuck-with-me attitude.
you was my nigga when push came to shove
one what? one love
and the denial, it’s so there. at every turn, i keep thinking ‘we have a chance! we can defeat him! we can win!’ and then i realize…it’s fucking over.
like a ton of bricks, it hits. hard.
and most times, i am not prepared. the denail gives way to the disbelief and the despair, and then, the regret. i should’ve done more, i should’ve campaigned, i should’ve done something more because my measely vote apparently didn’t do jack shit.
ah regrets…
war more years…
damn.
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what the hell is the matter with me? seriously, is there any fucking reason i was up until 3 in the fucking morning? is there?! no, there isn’t, god damn it. at least, not a good one. or not one that makes me seem less like a damned fool.
of course, due to my extra-special sleep habits, i didn’t even hear my alarm this morning and woke up really lateish. thus i was about 10 minutes late to chem 5. and you know, i have this weird thing where i get flushed and nervous and my ears get hot if i walk in too late. like i have a 15 minute buffer, anything later than 15 minutes and i’d rather miss the class than damn near have an anxiety attack or some other such pussy bullshit go down.
because i’m teh special.
in other news, rosco’s computer was boned by korean terrorists, the pitches are bitchez, and my job is full of insanity. f’real.
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it started yesterday…with sections and scheduling eating me. realizing i’m going to have like no time whatsoever during the day and still being unholy exhausted all the time (on top of the fact that i’m still eating far too much, and getting fatter and fatter). and then the insanity of work at stax…with all the web revision bullshit.
utter bullshit.
and it just gets worse…
getting on the shuttle for my chem lecture and having my mother call ? after she left two insane messages on my phone ? just to ream me out for having the audacity to go and take tuition into my own hands. how dare i try to pay my way through college! i mean, i know we have no fucking money. i *know* this, man! i have fucking $27 to my name until next thursday, you think i’m not aware of the family financial situation? i fucking am, ok. that’s fucking WHY i took out so many god damned loans to make my first tuition payment. we have no money, you dig? i had to register. i can’t register without making some sort of payment towards tuition. so i basically offer up my soul, right arm, left leg & first-born offspring just to get a 1/2-way decent financial aid package from the college. tuition payment covered, registration secured.
i handled that shit, right?
i am clearly an ungrateful wench of a child, now. it appears.
i am a fuckup and can’t do anything right.
meh.
so then i scamper off to my lecture, realize i’m in over my head and since i was about 10 minutes late i have to sit in the back where i can’t see shit and pretend to follow along but really i spend most of the fucking hour trying to decipher the TF’s scribblings on the board so i’ll have some sort of comprehensive notes that i can look at later (in theory). it was semi-productive, but i’m still not feelin’ too good about what i took away from it. i have mucho reading to do in order to supplement what i think they were trying to teach us.
get out of lecture, and the motherbeast calls again. this time to call my ass down for causing her to call my ass down the first time. it’s her convoluted and fucked up way of apologizing to me for being such a mega wench. only, it comes in the form of continued yelling. i love how she calls to take 20 minutes to say ‘you’re a fuckup and can’t do anything right!’ while i’m in the middle of IMPORTANT SHIT when it really only takes what, like 20 seconds to say that?
i mean, i’m not some fucking angsty teenager hiding out in my room and listening to like, the motherfuckin’ cure or something. and this is going to make me sound SO CHILDISH and petulant, but i’m a fucking adult god-damn it. i’ve been holdin’ my own for a long fucking time already…i mean, shit.
i don’t need this shit.
really, i don’t.
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