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Feb. 6th, 2009 04:49 pmgot my loan for poland! surprising, yes, but also MADE OF WIN. i will be able to pay for it now. and can now start to save for the other important things: get my car worked on, new tires, new laptop, new camera... new cell phone. lose weight. new clothes. umm.. new me??
am feeling so exhausted, it's insane. am going swimming, but would totally rather go home and sleep. what a waste of a guest pass, jesus.
still can't bring myself to write anything. as punishment for finishing life @ 23, karma or whatever is giving me a lack of motivation to do anything, isn't it? or maybe it was spending thursday writing 1K words for poetry that broke me. it was hard to finish 250 words for linguistics last night. my brain is a little fried. does everyone feel like this going into their senior year?
i totally miss my friends and high school. there's nothing i'd like better right now than to wake up and suddenly we're in ms. shelley's class again and making stupid remarks all morning. or, follow that up with creative writing senior year, right after i've spent my aide period in hoag's class with catherine and getting molested in the hallways by jones. because that would be a *great* story to tell my dad, since he just *re-met* jones here at uofl. HAHAH NOT REALLY ON THE TELLING MY DAD BIT, Y'ALL. it's not like anything happened anyway, jeez.
will hopefully get back on the writing as soon as i get whitman out of my system. nothing like whitman to break your brain, yeah?
am feeling so exhausted, it's insane. am going swimming, but would totally rather go home and sleep. what a waste of a guest pass, jesus.
still can't bring myself to write anything. as punishment for finishing life @ 23, karma or whatever is giving me a lack of motivation to do anything, isn't it? or maybe it was spending thursday writing 1K words for poetry that broke me. it was hard to finish 250 words for linguistics last night. my brain is a little fried. does everyone feel like this going into their senior year?
i totally miss my friends and high school. there's nothing i'd like better right now than to wake up and suddenly we're in ms. shelley's class again and making stupid remarks all morning. or, follow that up with creative writing senior year, right after i've spent my aide period in hoag's class with catherine and getting molested in the hallways by jones. because that would be a *great* story to tell my dad, since he just *re-met* jones here at uofl. HAHAH NOT REALLY ON THE TELLING MY DAD BIT, Y'ALL. it's not like anything happened anyway, jeez.
will hopefully get back on the writing as soon as i get whitman out of my system. nothing like whitman to break your brain, yeah?
