life is good

i’m late. i started today off by waking up 3 minutes before class and it’s just been late ever since. i have about 30 things scheduled for the next few hours and i can’t even focus on blogging with all the distractions…

i’m such a sketchy person right now. i don’t understand-idk what’s going on right now…

i do know i’m probably an awful person and am starting to wonder
if E and D are right that i’m only gonna end up w/ alcoholic assholes, eventually
picking the most abusive to be my husband.

it’s nauseating though. but E made it w/ SketchyR for 3 months. inspiration?…
i’m such a shithead.
sorry there’s a lot of guilt going on here right now.

my friend’s a psych major and she was telling me that there was a study where they
found that it takes half the time of the relationship to fully get over the relationship.
on average.

say you’re married for 8 years and then break up- that’s another 4 years of your life minimum that you’re
down for the count. that advice did not help me out in my mission..

i’m never getting divorced. which might be an issue since i plan on getting married about
11 times. i love weddings… -when i tell mr p these plans he says that i had better marry rich. every time. cause he’s not paying for any of the 11. this might be a problem since i’m apparently doomed to be with losers.

why am i thinking about this. i should be thinking about corporate human rights behavior.

i make bad decisions. i don’t make decisions.

-just made the decision to not-post a lot of this one though…..just in case anyone stumbles over it. paranoia?

it’s 4/20. at home, this means that many many ppl will celebrate with intense amounts of marijuana. i’ll get a couple calls maybe, someone will try to eat their own hand or will walk into something solid and by 4/21 it will all be reminiscing and munchies. here, 4/20 means that it is springtime. there’s a gospel concert tonight.

there are people talking, -yes about classmates and free trade and not about drunken debauchery,-but still about things that i not only don’t care about, but also CAN’T HEAR RIGHT NOW. shutup. now. -you go to a library for silence. i live in loudness. in car horns and football stadiums; track fields and frat practices..- and i accept that as a sacrifice for living in such a convenient and central location. and then i come to the library to get some ferking work done, and it’s the same shit. at least lower your voice or be less of a tool or..something.

right now the strategy is passive-aggressiveness. glares and corner-eyed looks and repeated clearings of the throat. but these are being ignored or too soon forgotten and i think it’s time for action. yes i am the library nazi. and i don’t care if you could crush me w/ your pinky are the linebacker for our football team - you need to shut the fuck up. and i will let you know this.  in the sweetest most diplomatic way possible. and then i’ll go back to writing about corporate human rights behavior in china.

or i’ll blog about how much i hate ppl who talk in libraries. 

how does this not bother anyone else??