ok here's a real entry.
today i have been all worried about this exam i have tomorrow. it is about the hardest one ever, and it sucks becasue this is my last semseter. it was supposed to be much easier--i mean it's history 109, man. freshman history. this teacher is insane. i've had a ton of history classes and none of them have worried me this much.
my real paranoia though is that i'll fail the class somehow and lose my place in law school. my family thinks it's a big deal and something like that might kill them. it's cool though, i'll do fine. i've scraped by ok so far.
i have really been enjoying my new pellet gun today. i am on the third and top floor, and my bedroom window looks out onto a parking lot. i put some cans and stuff next to a dumpster about 50 yards away, and i've been pegging them all day. instead of studying. i hope it isn't freaking anybody out, but hey--there ought to be some benefit to living in this little southern city.
all my clothes are dirty. i haven't had time to go to my friends house and wash them. he lives an hour away, and he's my best friend, and also is the only friend i have who has a damn washing machine. well, that i can stand to be around that long. i get happy feet when i'm trapped at somebody's house.
today i have been all worried about this exam i have tomorrow. it is about the hardest one ever, and it sucks becasue this is my last semseter. it was supposed to be much easier--i mean it's history 109, man. freshman history. this teacher is insane. i've had a ton of history classes and none of them have worried me this much.
my real paranoia though is that i'll fail the class somehow and lose my place in law school. my family thinks it's a big deal and something like that might kill them. it's cool though, i'll do fine. i've scraped by ok so far.
i have really been enjoying my new pellet gun today. i am on the third and top floor, and my bedroom window looks out onto a parking lot. i put some cans and stuff next to a dumpster about 50 yards away, and i've been pegging them all day. instead of studying. i hope it isn't freaking anybody out, but hey--there ought to be some benefit to living in this little southern city.
all my clothes are dirty. i haven't had time to go to my friends house and wash them. he lives an hour away, and he's my best friend, and also is the only friend i have who has a damn washing machine. well, that i can stand to be around that long. i get happy feet when i'm trapped at somebody's house.