tiffanymarie

Sitting here listening to Depeche Mode "Personal Jesus" almost makes me want to dance. Although I remember I can't dance, therefore I withhold myself.
I practiced math the other night. I semi stressed out feeling stupid.
I was horrible at math.
Although this morning at work I wished I could be doing more math because I want to get that shit down.
I thinking going to college is becoming a goal of mine, finally.
School and I don't get along too well.
I was horrible in school, until senior year.
Surprisingly I graduated, if it weren't for my boyfriend.

I'm thinking about taking a nap. Although I think I'd like to clean my boyfriend's room up. It's so messy and that's where I'm staying right now. I also wish I could go to Ikea and just start picking things out and buying them on the spot. Now that would be great!

This weekend was a boring one. As soon as we got to the cemetary and saw everybody standing around waiting for the ceremony to start I lost it. Every little memory of being at funerals or just my father, (whom I didn't get to attend) just overwhelmed me. That was tough, just being stupid and thinking about my fucking father. Plus Calvin's grandma actually being dead.

I'll shut the fuck up now.