…i seriously will not ever see the light of day again!!!
seriously.
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…i seriously will not ever see the light of day again!!!
seriously.
it doesn’t matter what time i manage to lose consciousness, doesn’t matter at all…be it 4 in the fucking morning our ’round midnight…there is no distinction between the two.
because no matter what, when the sun comes up and BURNS ITS WAY INTO MY SKULL, i end up wide fucking awake.
without fail.
there is no hoeweoe…
nothing like rounding out a fabulous weekend of fabulousness with a good steady bout of blowing chunks. it’s really choice…really, it is.
so i’m throwing up, right?
now, mind you…there’s nothing left inside of me to throw up, at least, not logically…but for some reason i’m still hurling…and the windows in the girl’s bathroom are open…and i’m thinking either the basketball court or another room is nearby because all i hear between spewing is dudes cheering. like they’re watching a game or something…i know they can’t hear me barfing, but it’s very disconcerting.
and i’m supposed to be unpacking…but it’s going so slow…
s l o w
am sickly but feeling loads better now that i finally got some of that sleep thang that people talk about every so often. word.
went to the financial aid office today to get my shit in order. can i just say that financial aid can eat me and like it? i mean…really. just…what the fuck?
officewench: you won’t be able to register until we award you aid. registration is friday, and we won’t have your award till next week. so you’ll be sent back here on friday.
me: i see…and after i receive my award?
officewench: or you could make your first term bill payment now and avoid any trouble on friday.
me: i don’t even know how much that is, i have no information from you.
officewench: $5,000, could you make that by friday?
me: i don’t even have anything to sell worth that much.
officewench: so we’ll see you on friday!
::growl::
fuckers.
meh, anyway…i’m about to jet out of the new SUPER SEXXXYTIME H0TT media lab and meet aragorn for a movie. peace.
ya know, i’m thinking the whole outlook i have on kickin’ it with the homies last night is clearly the result of the craptastical day i’s having so far. like i told aragorn, my wheaties weren’t just pissed on, they were shat on and then freaking incinerated, yo. and homey don’t play that.
for example, it’s not cool when i’ve crawled home at 2 am from hangin’ with my peeps and stay up another freaking hour or so reading � because i *still* believe sleep is a filthy rumor anyway � and bright and fucking early i’m jerked out of bed by a screeching, blaring, insanely, obnoxiously LOUD fire alarm. a screeching, blaring, insanely, obnoxiously LOUD fire alarm that just happens to be attached to the other side of the wall that my bed is up against.
from 6 to 7 fucking am the god damned thing went off. in intervals, in increasing volume. WHAT THE FUCK!? needless to say i was not a fan, not in the slightest.
and then there’s getting phone calls and ims from the boy that dissed you, missed you, used you and tossed you out with yesterday’s garbage saying he’s been robbed. he’s been heartbroken by his father. he’s thinking of selling drugs because he just doesn’t know how to make it. and he thinks you suck for not wanting to be his bestest friend in the whole world. i *love* that, really.
oh wait, no…i don’t.
and then there’s the fact that it’s been nearly a month since your ‘job solely for the purpose of paying rent’ job has paid you. utter cosmic hilarity.
not.
also, if you want to read something remarkably unbelievable: check this shit apparently i’ve become a somewhat political wench since movin’ to the east side…
ya know, sometimes i don’t write the way i talk. or rather, i don’t write with my own fucking voice…(case in point) i’ll be too loquacious and whatnot when i’m writing something out but then i’ll sit back and stare at it and think to myself ‘why in the fuck did i do that?’ so i either come across sounding mad whiney and overly-wordy or boring as all get out.
if you talk to me in person, y’all fuckin’ KNOW that i’m not one to mince words or hold back any little expletive that crosses my mind. and maybe it does make me all juvenile and shit…but who gives a fuck? that’s me. that’s what i do. i can sit down and have intelligent discourse with you, or i can sit here and put storm-hardened sailors to shame. motherfuckin’ SHAME, ya heard! but written out…i sound lame. i don’t have a fuckin’ voice, yo. there’s no sarcasm, no witty repartee, no freaking sparkling commentary.
just lame-ass hollow shit. how the hell did it come to this? then again, maybe i really am that ricockulously boring. *maybe*
…i seriously will not ever see the light of day again!!! seriously.
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it doesn’t matter what time i manage to lose consciousness, doesn’t matter at all…be it 4 in the fucking morning our ’round midnight…there is no distinction between the two. because no matter what, when the sun comes up and BURNS ITS WAY INTO MY SKULL, i end up wide fucking awake. without fail. there is […]
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nothing like rounding out a fabulous weekend of fabulousness with a good steady bout of blowing chunks. it’s really choice…really, it is. so i’m throwing up, right? now, mind you…there’s nothing left inside of me to throw up, at least, not logically…but for some reason i’m still hurling…and the windows in the girl’s bathroom are […]
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am sickly but feeling loads better now that i finally got some of that sleep thang that people talk about every so often. word. went to the financial aid office today to get my shit in order. can i just say that financial aid can eat me and like it? i mean…really. just…what the fuck? […]
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ya know, i’m thinking the whole outlook i have on kickin’ it with the homies last night is clearly the result of the craptastical day i’s having so far. like i told aragorn, my wheaties weren’t just pissed on, they were shat on and then freaking incinerated, yo. and homey don’t play that. for example, […]
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ya know, sometimes i don’t write the way i talk. or rather, i don’t write with my own fucking voice…(case in point) i’ll be too loquacious and whatnot when i’m writing something out but then i’ll sit back and stare at it and think to myself ‘why in the fuck did i do that?’ so […]
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