Okay, fine. I will post a picture of my new haircut. It’s boring, but it’s all I’ve got for you. I’m off to the biblioteca to pull an all nighter studying for exams. Wish me luck!
As I sit in the library studying, I’m bored, so I’m going to add a little more to this post. I am surrounded by people studying from books about Neuroscience, Biochemestry, I-should-stab-myself-in-my-ear-with-an-icepick-for-even-taking-this-class, and I’m-way-smarter-than-you’ll-ever-be. I feel dumb. I am studying for a Criminology final but I’ve dropped my Criminal Justice minor so it’s the last CJ class I’ll ever have to take. I also haven’t been to the class in over a month, so I’m learning everything tonight. I also suck at life sometimes.
I want to punch this group of girls that thinks the library is social hour and who’s laughter and shouts of “No way, girl!” are keeping me from being able to focus on the stuff I’m reading. I may go over and say something if given liquid courage (see below).
I found a nip of Absoult Vodka in my bag and am contemplating pouring it into the juice I’m drinking. That would be a bad idea. I might do it anyway.
Instead of reading, I am shopping for sex toys and lingerie online. I’ve learned some new things that I can’t wait to tell my co-workers at work tomorrow. I am a loser.
I really really really really really like Cape Boy. This could be bad. We both know it. He has invited me to his house on (where else?) the Cape for New Year’s. That’s a big deal, as I would be meeting all of his friends from home. I like this boy. I was woken up at 5 AM on my birthday by a kiss on my back, and a voice whispering in my ear, “Happy Birthday, beautiful. Turn over because I’m going to give you 5 orgasms by 9 AM in honor of your birthday.” By the fifth orgasm, I was face down on the bed unable to move and muttering something unintelligible about not touching me and my vagina being worn out and possibly swollen and this being the best fucking birthday ever and where have you been all my life?
That is all.