I'm pooped.
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I'm pooped.
Life ****ing sucks.
This is a long thread.
I have too much free time at work, so I should get the tedious things out of the way while I'm here. Reserve work time for things that I already consider "work" - studying, banking, dealing with university red tape, ect. Then I can save all of my leisure activities (video games, cartoons, books) for home, so that they don't get tainted with that "work" feeling and I can enjoy them. Plan = made.
Hunger.
Who would have thought hunger to be contagious! Apparently it is... :p
There is something immensely amusing about the fact that you are that tattoo loving person that your parents hoped you would never bring home :D
I a so very tired
Thinking about how I shouldn't have exaggerated about things in front of my mother.
She isn't going to take it lightly. And it's annoying being not taken lightly for something you said while you were really sleepy and did not actually mean at all.
I tell her I romantically like a person who I only think of as a friend. A friend I really care for however but just thinking about the idea of having exaggerated about such a thing in front of my mother just to annoy/tease her is beginning to make me feel ashamed of myself.
However am I going to survive my A-levels!
When a girl tells you she loves Shakespeare's Sonnets and then wracks her brain for 5 minutes trying to think of her favorite line in her favorite one and you randomly recite the whole thing, it being the one Shakespearean sonnet you most love and the only one you took all the time and effort to memorize - that is pretty freaking awesome and sweet.
SONNET 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Now If you'll please excuse me I have an appointment with a cardiac surgeon. He's gonna remove the arrow Cupid just shot bulls-eye into my heart.
i have to walk across my apartment complex to get my clothes out of the dryer.
and now im thinking about how creepy the laundromat is at night.
My roommate is annoying...