September 23, 2003
Strong Badia
My Inner Child is Ten Years Old!
How Old is Your Inner Child?
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What can I say. They asked a question about favorite pet, and I put unicorn. Kels, I know you're with me on this one.
Well, it seems that even anger this potent can be extinguished. I was having some issues with a classmate, but they are currently, to my knowledge, resolved as a misunderstanding. So, Marcus, I shall know retrieve you from the fires of everlasting damnation. Ahem.
I am one scary-ass bitch, am I not? That's right. Excuse me while I crack my knuckles and proceed to, er, crush something of magnificent proportions.
I've been visiting this place like a fiend, and I must recommend it for anyone who has not yet visited. I have but three small words for you. Teen Girl Squad.
Psoriasis!
My roommate may kill me for my near to constant laughter.
I forgot that college life is really more of a sub-existence, spent wandering between one's bed, class, and computer monitor. I'm only really awake when positioned before that very last. I've just had a virgin strawberry daquiri and sour cream and onion Pringles for my dinner; vain efforts to try to avoid the soup cup leering at me from the cupboard. I just want a steak. I can almost feel my teeth tearing into the flesh of a tasty filet...
Speaking of tearing into flesh, I hope taht everyone has gone to see Underworld by now, and if you haven't, please, pay me a visit so I don't have to go and see it again by myself. I'm actually looking in my closet trying to ascertain what would be worth selling for the ticket fare. I am a sad, sad girl.
I am taking my first tutoring class tomorrow, so I'll be able to start working. I can only hope that this is legitimate, ten hour a week employment. Like, immediately. It's only fifty bucks a week, but I can tell you from personal experience that fifty dollars a week is more than zero.
Math sure is difficult, isn't it?
astera at 7:47 p.m.