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When I get really bored, sometimes I make lists. I'll sit there in class and write out these lists going from a to z with different themes. I'd write one now, but my mind isn't in the right places to do so.
Quote: I am such a ho.
I won't tell you that Amber is the one that said that. I won't tell you why either.
Today, I was talking to my mom on the way back to class, after I spoke to the professor who is definitely allowing me to save my own ass, to make sure that I could borrow some cash for WSC until the semester begins and I get paid shittons. We were talking about my little sister and I was wondering if she'd applied to Michigan yet. This little kid, she's just nuts. You wouldn't believe she's part of the family. At least, we finally got her to be able to take sarcasm--after years of my getting in trouble for making her cry. Now, she's stuck in that I'm Teenage and Angst-Ridden and Smarter Than Your Stupid Ass phase. We all went through it, right?
Mom has this kind of fatalist outlook on life and it's partially to blame for my flaming descent in the whole Am I Gonna Graduate? game. It's okay though--everyone was right and things do seem to be working themselves out at the end of the semester and maybe all of those nights hanging out with people, staying up late and verbally dreaming together was worth it.
Let's not be ridiculous. Of course it was worth it. Do you really think I'm going to regret running out to the bar when hearing that someone's in town? Or skipping class because we went out a bit too hard the night before? (By the way, there's no such thing as that) Or staying up until three thirty when I have to be at work at seven so we could fall into fits of laughter instead?
I'd rather live than be responsible.
You're not promised tomorrow, so you best enjoy today.
right? Yessss.
Quote of the night: Sometimes when you get rejected, you just want to FUCK.
I won't say who said that one either.
Quote: I am such a ho.
I won't tell you that Amber is the one that said that. I won't tell you why either.
Today, I was talking to my mom on the way back to class, after I spoke to the professor who is definitely allowing me to save my own ass, to make sure that I could borrow some cash for WSC until the semester begins and I get paid shittons. We were talking about my little sister and I was wondering if she'd applied to Michigan yet. This little kid, she's just nuts. You wouldn't believe she's part of the family. At least, we finally got her to be able to take sarcasm--after years of my getting in trouble for making her cry. Now, she's stuck in that I'm Teenage and Angst-Ridden and Smarter Than Your Stupid Ass phase. We all went through it, right?
Mom has this kind of fatalist outlook on life and it's partially to blame for my flaming descent in the whole Am I Gonna Graduate? game. It's okay though--everyone was right and things do seem to be working themselves out at the end of the semester and maybe all of those nights hanging out with people, staying up late and verbally dreaming together was worth it.
Let's not be ridiculous. Of course it was worth it. Do you really think I'm going to regret running out to the bar when hearing that someone's in town? Or skipping class because we went out a bit too hard the night before? (By the way, there's no such thing as that) Or staying up until three thirty when I have to be at work at seven so we could fall into fits of laughter instead?
I'd rather live than be responsible.
You're not promised tomorrow, so you best enjoy today.
right? Yessss.
Quote of the night: Sometimes when you get rejected, you just want to FUCK.
I won't say who said that one either.
3 Comments:
Way to call me out on the quotes. It just one of those nights- vulgar things kept flying out of my mouth! and don't even say what you're thinking right now, perv...
well. what i WOULD say is... THINGS AREN'T ONLY COMING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH.
oops.
I feel like this is a good conversation for me to be in the middle of.
P.S. 3:30 down and a 7-up ain't bad. Not for us Badgers :)
All worth it.
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