Friday, January 28, 2011

Quickie ;)

So i have 10 minutes to blog before i am off and running to catch yet another bus...the bus system something i have come to hate and love at the same time. hate because it is somehow never convienent enough for me and love because it means i can actually go places lol. anyway, i had such a cranky start to my day..i think its because i had to run (literaly!!!) for the bus then when i got to sfc specifically to see JB he had a bitch fit and stormed off faster than i could follow...and all i could think is "why bother?". yes...why bother running after you, im right here i came to you and i see no reason to chase you. if you want me, just stay put. you dont even have to come to me, just stop running off....to best describe this non-relationship i must quote a movie. "Dating you is like dating a stair master".... anyway, its worth so little of my time that im just gonna move right along to another topic :)

I love that my two closest friends are just as bitchy and mean as i am. This girls, is for you. I saw this girl with a pony tail ON TOP OF HER HEAD. at school none the less. i can keep my composure when someone faceplants into coffee, but couldnt hold it in for this. i wish atleast one of you had been present to see it, because i couldnt truly enjoy it without you.

I am actually at sfc because i needed to talk to the financial aid center, and it turns out they are completly useless...but one good thing behind chasing JB's dumbass (really im the dumbass for following, but whatever) was that i ran intoi a friend who gave me the idea to add a minor so that i suddenly need more credits which gives me the opportunity to get more financial aid money. yay! more money! lol. so now im gonna find a class i wanna take which i kind of did and see how it goes. wish me luck! now im off to sell my body for money...im donating plasma, geez where is your mind at?!  Then ill be off to enjoy the night with my inspiration hp and her thousands of zombies hahaha. bus is here!

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