I know I’ve said this about 50 million times. The end of any semester is always the worst. It doesn’t change. People start to get on your nerves, you start craving home, the work piles up, the money runs low, the parties increase, the drinks are cheaper, and the stress is through the roof. Yeah, its always like that. At least for me.
After 3 years and 6 semesters you think I would be better prepared. I’m not. I’m orange and as much as I like to believe the opposite chaos makes me happy. I work better when things aren’t perfect.
OK anyway…I am exactly 3 papers, 1 news article, and 3 exams away from freedom, and when I get back to freedom..it will be time for me to get back on the job search…I’ve applied for a few…been rejected a few times…I’m still keeping my fingers crossed and what not…I won’t be unemployed all summer…I can’t be.. its impossible…I need the money…I really do…and I want a summer fling…not a fuck buddy…I mean I want to date…I just want to break up like Aug 1st…that was a joke…but def before September…Although I’m ready for summer I’m eagerr to get back to school so I can be involved and graduate and enter the real world…this year I’ll be fresh on the internship/scholarship scene and what not…So Hopefully next summer I’ll be in NYC doing all that good stuff…so yeah…the love life at school is over…People may seem perfect until they drink and I get slightly less excited when I see them…and I know my drunk self may not be the most pleasant, but I love it either way…yours not so much…u dirty fondler…and now I’m just rambling to avoid writing this stupid paper…I usually write about emotions and avoid specif situation…not any more..time to divulge the juicy details…or something like that…banana creme pie…lol…someone will get that joke…and they will be my love…until someone else gets one of my jokes I like this”…” i don’t know why. I think I have a complete sentence phobia when I blog…I just like to write…and I use now a lot…and I can’t use commas properly…and Im an English major…is that sad…whatever…I’m working on my craft…or something like that…does my blog title make sense?…I stole that quote from someone…and I like neo-soul but I rarely talk about music…I had a blog before this but I lost the password…it wasn’t as good as this one…just a bunch of my bad poetry…I’ve been getting better…I wonder how many people actually read this on a regular basis? Do people even like this shit?…I like it… I reread this shit and I think I’m fucking DOPE…Does anyone say Dope any more…I feel like I should wear cross colours and jeans with graffiti down the leg before I can say dope…the Great Debaters is a hot movie… I likes the clothes…that was a strange thing to say…John Mayer makes good music…I can study to this shit…and Paramore rocks to…I want more new music…any suggestions?…that will be the test to see if people really read. I want people to read this…I want to know that I’m not that weird and I’m not the only person that feels the way I do…I hope I’m not…but whatever…I wanna eat cook-out…that place is crack…but its open till 3…and its cheap…and they have the best ice…and good straws…i like chewing ice and straws…is that wrong…i wrote about that before…oh yeah and my good friends here are leaving…every time I met someone at school they leave me…why is that?…do I smell???….wheres prudence???…and how much do you have to drink before your a drunk???…and why don’t I have a car??…I wanna get into a fight…like murder someone…I wanna paint…I wanna go to a concert…and a poetry reading…and Australia…and Paris…and Atlantis…Does that exist??…and I don’t want to write this paper…My great uncle died Saturday…and I’m not sad…am I going to hell…I know I’m not but I feel like I should be a little bit sad…I’m not…I’m going to miss the funeral…I don’t like funerals anyway…people cry to much…and I like a good cry sometimes…but crying in front of people is something I just don’t do…all that sharing and caring is to much for me…I’m orange…and blue when I have to be…I had the pee dream last night…I woke up before I soaked my sheets…you know how in your dream u go to the bath room…yeah I was at the toilet and I was trying to wake myself up…and I ran in the nasty dorm bathroom barefooted…hope I didn’t catch anything…I want some Chinese food…and a sub…with oil and mayo and no tomatoes….yum yum..ok I’m done wasting time…if you read comment…if you don’t….well…I don’t know….
Working on my craft,
KD
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