sooo tired. skipped class yesterday & then rearranged my schedule. now i'm taking more hours and harder classes! wtf is wrong with me!? ugh. i hate evening classes, but i signed up for one: business & technical writing. WHAT!?! it was the only class still open that would meet my comm. requirement. fuck. hate mornings? love fridays? well get ready to hate fridays, cause you're taking a 5 hr biology class/lab starting @ 8 am on fridays! double fuck. however, if i don't fail or kill myself, i can conceivably take the last three courses i need for my associates degree over the summer. oh yeah: love summer?... ugh. got me chasin paper.
on another note: my birfday was pretty chill. i got some alone time, which was really nice. dinner plans went a bit awry, but i was cool. the party on the saturday before was off whatever things are off of these days, though. for real. and i only got one head wound!
we did break a couple of things, and i think i actually started the trend. 
stupid butterfingers! but nobody puked! which is pretty amazing, as my pal the Rev has a history of vomiting. he did, however, give me the head wound. and, separately, a knee injury. oy. that boy. i partied pretty hard, too. something like a six-pack + 7 or 8 shots + unknown tokes. my hangover wasn't so bad, considering. spent the next day watchin movies and smokin with the Rev & my cuz, mutual bday mates. but, back to harsh realities starting today! and yet, i've had a strange sense of comfort and well-being in recent days. i think i'm starting to actually believe in myself, and not just trying to believe in myself now. it's weird. but i'm going with it! whatever.
my chica just got home & i'm tired as hell, so,
peace out & STOP SOPA!
on another note: my birfday was pretty chill. i got some alone time, which was really nice. dinner plans went a bit awry, but i was cool. the party on the saturday before was off whatever things are off of these days, though. for real. and i only got one head wound!
we did break a couple of things, and i think i actually started the trend. stupid butterfingers! but nobody puked! which is pretty amazing, as my pal the Rev has a history of vomiting. he did, however, give me the head wound. and, separately, a knee injury. oy. that boy. i partied pretty hard, too. something like a six-pack + 7 or 8 shots + unknown tokes. my hangover wasn't so bad, considering. spent the next day watchin movies and smokin with the Rev & my cuz, mutual bday mates. but, back to harsh realities starting today! and yet, i've had a strange sense of comfort and well-being in recent days. i think i'm starting to actually believe in myself, and not just trying to believe in myself now. it's weird. but i'm going with it! whatever.
my chica just got home & i'm tired as hell, so,
peace out & STOP SOPA!