Holding Out For A Hero
writing my paper proposal for senior sem. or trying to. not going well. boycotting capital letters. procrastinating. there is too much drama in my life. can't decide if i want to go crazy about it. sometimes that just takes too much energy. i kind of want to color with highlighters. i really just need to graduate and move far far away.
canada is sounding very appealing right about now. i've never actually been to canada. i saw it from across the way at niagra falls once. i was five. the only thing i really remember about that trip is looking down over the falls and seeing very tiny people in bright yellow raincoats and wondering how they weren't drowning.
i need to get bar crawl tickets next week. anyone want to come with me?
ohmygod i really don't want to write this damn paper. it isn't due until 4pm tomorrow... but still, i probably shouldn't put it off anymore than i have. wondering how i'll ever survive in grad school if i can't write a fricking paper proposal for suzanne wilson! (suz quote of the week= "... an african-american, middle class white woman...") yeah.
i have big dreams for my future. i want to be ghetto fab. i want the world. i should become friends with paris hilton. then i could make videos and have a teeny-ass dog and an eating disorder. random random random... WOW. (oops, forgot about the capital letters boycott for a second there.)
i think i'm going to write a book. memoir. because my life is really *that* interesting, you know. i'll just change the names of people and places and make myself blonde. it'll be an instant best seller. dag, yo. i think i'll call it... hmm... can't come up with a creative title. i'll think about it and get back to you.
winamp: move your body girl, makes the fellas go... ooh, the way you ride it girl, makes the fellas go...
HOMEWORK. HOMEWORK. HOMEWORK HOMEWORK. THE CAPS LOCK IS TAKING OVER.
canada is sounding very appealing right about now. i've never actually been to canada. i saw it from across the way at niagra falls once. i was five. the only thing i really remember about that trip is looking down over the falls and seeing very tiny people in bright yellow raincoats and wondering how they weren't drowning.
i need to get bar crawl tickets next week. anyone want to come with me?
ohmygod i really don't want to write this damn paper. it isn't due until 4pm tomorrow... but still, i probably shouldn't put it off anymore than i have. wondering how i'll ever survive in grad school if i can't write a fricking paper proposal for suzanne wilson! (suz quote of the week= "... an african-american, middle class white woman...") yeah.
i have big dreams for my future. i want to be ghetto fab. i want the world. i should become friends with paris hilton. then i could make videos and have a teeny-ass dog and an eating disorder. random random random... WOW. (oops, forgot about the capital letters boycott for a second there.)
i think i'm going to write a book. memoir. because my life is really *that* interesting, you know. i'll just change the names of people and places and make myself blonde. it'll be an instant best seller. dag, yo. i think i'll call it... hmm... can't come up with a creative title. i'll think about it and get back to you.
winamp: move your body girl, makes the fellas go... ooh, the way you ride it girl, makes the fellas go...
HOMEWORK. HOMEWORK. HOMEWORK HOMEWORK. THE CAPS LOCK IS TAKING OVER.