my last paper is printing off as i type. i should have enough of typing tonight, shouldn't i? but i guess pleasure typing isn't the same as school typing, same for pleasure reading vs. assigned reading. i am such a knob. i am printing off my last stupid essay for school and i have three post-it notes with all the classes i am interested in taking next year. there are nineteen and they are all english and history. yes, i know. KNOB.
friday marks the one year anniversary of the delicious firing of me and my sister by chapters and the day ava walked out and called kim what we all thought. i told her that her life was worthless. it is possibly the meanest i have ever been. i don't know why i said it. i was shaking, all nervous and stuff, and it just came out. i knew that i was being fired for no reason and the subsequent year that followed said firing was shitty to say the least. i blame all my economic and employment hardship on them. i shouldn't, because that's lame to blame someone else for your own undoing, but i am.
it's over. it's all over except for exams. that i plan to study my ass off for, literally! back to the goddamn shredding ways i had before i became a pit of despair and darkness. i looked at all the books i want to read this summer and made a bigger list of all the movies i want to watch and do the things i never really do. i want to go to grand bend again this summer. maybe not swim the entire time again, or rather get knocked over by the ways, and just tan this pastey white body of mine.
i made a list of all the music i want to download too. i am really into the smiths and elvis costello right now and yearn for costello glasses so desperately. i have been really, REALLY bad at finding new music. if it were a job, i would totally be fired now.
songs o' the week:
friendly fires--white diamond
cold war kids--golden gate jumpers
