You guys. I don't know what the hell I was thinking when I decided that I wanted to go back to school for this shit. I am so tired and mentally exhausted I could scream. On top of that, I am working two jobs and trying to make time for a personal life. Sometimes I just wish I could have people hug me all the time because that is how pitiful I feel. Boo.
Also, not that I have time for a boyfriend, but I can't help but be envious of those who have one. I need something to look forward to, damnit. I want to cuddle up in the arms of someone who isn't a fucking idiot. It would be nice if they were hot, but I am not shallow. Cute would do. I am easy to please in that department. That isn't a whole lot to ask.
If I get a wild hair up my ass like I think I might be....I am going to drop out of school and become a stripper. I am half serious. That's the scary part. More on my ideas about stripping later. It's important.
New editions to my life....my sweet black bitch. This is the name I have given to my NEW 5th generation 80 GB IPOD. It's what keeps me sane. When I take a test I get up and dance down the hallways with it just like off the commercials. Sure people stare...but I don't give a DAMN. It beats talking to my fellow classmates about the test I just took. Enough of that...I need to shake my rump. My next investment will be the little mynx dance pole for my house.
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