I believe...I am back in the hole.
Man I'm so tired. Good thing I took a nap earlier, because it looks like I'm not gonna sleep until Saturday night. Pooped. So maybe I won't make it to Ana's party after all. I'm such a fuckin horrible prima. For real. Such a flake. I hate flakes. Even corn flakes. I just like Raisin Bran.
Speaking of. Guess what I'm doing tomorrow with Noemi. TEACHING. Bah, I hate teaching. And now we have to come up with a lesson plan out of our fricken asses. So that's from 9am to fuckin 3, then I have to go home, get ready for work, then work at 4. Then I'm alone on a Friday night CLOSING. Then tomorrow morning we have a FUCKING MEETING and I work straight through until 2:30. I hella hope they don't make me work on Sunday. FUCKKKKKK THE WII. Who the fuck wants a Wii?! Fuck it.
And I got my "W" today. Talked to the teacher. Told her it was too hard, and I was too tired to keep up. Ordered a transcript. Saw my lab partner drop it too. Ok, let's talk shit about my lab partner. Fuckin white boy who wears RocaWear. GAY ASS MOTHERFUCKER. He has dirt underneath his fingernails which always catches my attention and makes me want to puke. He leaves class to smoke. And ever since he told me that he smoked weed, I am certain that he smells like bongwater, which makes me want to puke. Basically, goodbye nastyass white boy, I hope you fuckin choke on your bongwater. THANKS.
Me and Kim had a fricken adventure today. AGHHHHH. MASIA. Delirium set in, laughing for no reason...soooo tired. And now I'm finally home and I need to work on the lesson plan, but I can't fuckin come up with anything because I'm sooo tired and lazy.
Can I quit my job already? Who needs money anyways...
Oh yeah, I need to save to see the sights. GET OUT OF HERE.
And I think I've been a bad daughter lately. Maybe a bad friend. So, sorry. It's like whenever you have got a grasp on your head and can control your feelings, the same shit gets you down and next thing you know you're on the ground waiting for your world to stop spinning.
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