went to campus early to help out with research. fun-ness. no seriously. i hate the papercuts but the rest is all to the goody.

went to the lab to study a bit for the upcoming practical. i gotta get at least a 94 on it to get an A overall. this was the one i was gonna NOT study for but due to some bastard in my group not doing his part on the lab report and costing me 20% of that assignment, i gotta ace the final. bitch better be lucky i don't know where he lives.

skipped the classes to come back home to lay out and watch half-nekkid boys run around with a football. J and the neighbor threw some burgers and wieners on the grill. i should've done it myself cause that shit was nasty as horse piss. not that i know what horse piss tastes like, but if i did, i'm sure that's the way it would taste.

i thought i was gonna hafta whoop some ass cause i thought one of those fuckers ate my sour gummy worms but then i remembered i hid 'em in my bag.

after the dumb frat boys left, the sweaty cave man and i had a nice loooong showah. i gotta figure out how to make that towel rack a wee bit more sturdy.

i don't really like his friends but i enjoyed spending the day, a freakin TUESDAY, with him. after a nice little nap, that bitch left me though. stupid night class.

ugh. i'm gonna be alone for the next 3-3.5 hours. who's fucking idea was it for him to take that stupid class at night? bitch knows i got dependency issues. [insert all kinds of profanity here]. i should've went to the studio.

ooh, we've registered for summer and fall classes. he's taking 15 hours and i'm taking 13. after he's done with that he'll be back on track to graduate next spring. and i'll be set for this fall. yay for us.

i'm gonna start my own band. it's gonna be called "me and those really cute guys that play their instruments". i can't sing that well but i'm sure we can go triple plat with just my booty shakin and doing my oh-so-famous lip pout. plus all the money is made from touring. who wouldn't pay to see me shake my ass and pout? yes you would.

i think i'm gonna hafta hit up kroger for some kool-aid and easy-mac before american idol comes on.
oh yes.

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