September 2011
Problem.
Sleeping with boy fixes my insomnia issue.
Boy pushes me to stay awake because of his insomnia issue.
I provide boy with my magic insomnia-fixing pills.
I spend night without boy, and hello, insomnia.
Boy passes out early, and sleeps like a baby, thanks to my magic pills that I no longer have, so not only can I not sleep, I can’t even talk to him until I fall asleep.
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but at least my Jay Marciano paper is done.
Ummm... really, bitch?
Assignment: These research papers are meant to allow in-depth study of issues, events and topics that relate to the World at War 1900-1950 particularly outside the European theaters during and between the wars…Remember that this is not a “term paper” that summarizes information or a topical cataloging of facts. Rather it is an investigation of a question that can be answered...
I'm trying to write an essay and Mom is watching...
I hope when I'm 50-some years old, I'm as awesome...
Because I’ve decided I want to be him when I grow up.
Okay, I decided it a long time ago, shortly after that one time I kind of met him when I was still a naive, formable Freshman with hopes and dreams that stretched beyond my own recognition of reality.
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Three years and fifty thousand dollars.
So why do I feel like I have nothing to show?
Playing Quidditch
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I'm thinking it's about time to find a nice office...
Cleaning sucks, and I could use steady hours, a paycheck I can count on, and, maybe, if I’m lucky, health benefits. Yeah, that would be awesome.
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So much to do; so little time.
Homework. Sleep. Ten hours of school. Boy. Cookie making. More boy. Sleep. New tattoos. Benny. And probably more boy. And homework.
Looking forward to my next three days. School tomorrow, but no work til Saturday. YAY!
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Let's stay up late, and watch the stars...
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Took the boyfriend to Tattered Cover today. Showed...
