I loooooove slobbing around. And eating. It just makes me so happy. I give myself such an intense mental beating about boys and school and future and work, all in some obtuse attempt to be happy one day, but all I want is a fried egg on toast.
Had a pretty sick shift at work, was very unmotivated to go as I was still a little out of it and hung over and had to pop a no-doze before I went. But once I got there it was all good, there was even a cute guy working in liquor. Cute until he opened his mouth and told me he wore trench coats and had been rejected from the defence force five times because he failed the psych test. He asked me if I, being a psych student, could tell him why. I laughed nervously. He asked when I would ever be coming back, again with the nervous laughter.
Spent the day lounging, slowly making my powerpoint for my seminar on advertising. Got more work later, better try and motivate myself. I wonder what I will do tonight, I think I will see someone but I'll have to see whos free.
In a bit of limbo on the UCLA front, am I in or what?? I'm totally going to get a tatoo when I go. And a fake ID hopefully...
tattoos and fake ids :D
ReplyDeletethat guy sounds like a FREAK why do they talk to you at all?>!
bahaha!
ReplyDeleteI love the amounts of nervous laughter! oh my god, what a freak! what can you do....
i secrectly hope you don't get into UCLA so I can see your face for a year - but on the other hand go go baby!
hahahahaha what tattoo? also, i think i know how to get you a fake id- just say the word mel ;)
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