I am tired.
I had a long weekend.
I had a fun weekend.
I didn't even shower today.
I don't want to go to class tomorrow.
I haven't finished my French paper.
I think Valentines Day is a crock of shit.
I used to work at a florist and Valentines Day was a living hell.
I think I'm just bitter.
I have no limes so I've been drinking coke w/ lemon all day.
I must have some sort of vitamin C deficiency because I always crave citrus.
I have two tests and a quiz this week.
I need a topic for my film term paper.
I am now accepting suggestions.
I get to be a tester-outer at Six Flags this Tuesday. A friend of a friend works there and needed some people to test out the Sky Coaster (the human sling-shot thing) during training for the new employees. So yes, I'm terrified of heights. Yes, roller coasters of any kind make me vomit. Yes, I could die in some freak accident. And yes, it's going to be cold as fuck outside. But yes, they are going to pay me. Not very much. But perhaps enough to get me to Jacksonville, Florida this weekend to catch the Ska is Dead tour?
I need a job.
I need some cash.
I need more tattoos.
I need my septum pierced as well.
I need to do it now so if I do, in fact, regret any of my bodily modifications at a later stage in life, I can always chalk it up to being a silly teenager. It's an easy cop out.
I love my logic.
I had a long weekend.
I had a fun weekend.
I didn't even shower today.
I don't want to go to class tomorrow.
I haven't finished my French paper.
I think Valentines Day is a crock of shit.
I used to work at a florist and Valentines Day was a living hell.
I think I'm just bitter.
I have no limes so I've been drinking coke w/ lemon all day.
I must have some sort of vitamin C deficiency because I always crave citrus.
I have two tests and a quiz this week.
I need a topic for my film term paper.
I am now accepting suggestions.
I get to be a tester-outer at Six Flags this Tuesday. A friend of a friend works there and needed some people to test out the Sky Coaster (the human sling-shot thing) during training for the new employees. So yes, I'm terrified of heights. Yes, roller coasters of any kind make me vomit. Yes, I could die in some freak accident. And yes, it's going to be cold as fuck outside. But yes, they are going to pay me. Not very much. But perhaps enough to get me to Jacksonville, Florida this weekend to catch the Ska is Dead tour?
I need a job.
I need some cash.
I need more tattoos.
I need my septum pierced as well.
I need to do it now so if I do, in fact, regret any of my bodily modifications at a later stage in life, I can always chalk it up to being a silly teenager. It's an easy cop out.
I love my logic.
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deckwreck:
Which philosophy class are you taking? Also, think of it this way: have you ever met anyone whose profession was "roller coaster tester?" That's fucking rad. At least it will make an awesome story. Um, and I've had to do two papers about movies so far, though not for film. I did Pulp Fiction for my freshman english comp class (which, by the way, I consider the most bullshit, cop-out assignment that a professor has given me in college. It was a poor and misguided attempt to get her students interested in english) and Kill Bill for Media and Society. I think I analyed the view of society that Tarantino presented in his films, or some bullshit like that. But anyway, you could do something like that. At least it's easy.
deckwreck:
Heh, I took that class freshman year. I guess you go to State then?