Friday, December 11, 2009

I May or May Not Survive

Boo finals. I don't like them. I don't like all the homework and junk I have to do. I like playing. That's all I really want to do right now. Playing is fun. Playing means I'm not sitting here at this computer, attempting to homework, while constantly tempted to just get on facebook and pointlessly browse my "friends'" pages Which, let's be honest, they're not really my friends. I don't even know the last time I talked to 90% of them. But I digress...

I would like to just skip to the beginning of next semester. Beginnings of semesters are nice. There's usually not an overwhelming amount of homework, and this semester, as opposed to last semester, I actually have friends. See, the beginning of last semester was that awkward time where everyone is trying to make friends, and so we all act weird. It's awesome. Except not really. And so I look forward to this next semester when all the boys will be lining up at my door to hang out with me. That was a lie. I apologize.

Alright. I should do homework.

1 comment:

Thomas said...

A line of boys, that went all the way down to horseshoe st, at our doorstep were all asking for you address. I told them all that you were not all that you were made up to being. I told them that the only reason anyone would associate themselves with you is if they were ever at the beach or in a park where there were no seats to sit on, they could sit on you(which your booty is well formed for doing so). So if your ever in the park, Stacy, watch out for the boys because they might simply knock you out randomly and sit on you.