An Old Me.

clinical depression, an interracial engagement, feminism, general weirdness, and staying fabulous, or at the very least, functional, in this world. part manifesto / commentary, part social coping project to generate inspiration and positivity!

Jan 23, 2008

i could just as easily shoot my chemistry book as i would opt to sleep with the chemistry professor right now. look how i'm procrastinating an assignment that takes four hours per day to complete--oh, but more is required if one actually desires to learn something and be prepared for exams. surely you knew that.

it's crazy how one of my drunk roommates came in singing "Buddy Holly" when the unmentionable-due-to-my-fragile-stability-right-now ex introduced me to that song. must be a thing in these parts. i guess his taste in music isn't that spectacular if little barbie doll girls in pink pumps know the same stuff!

i'm glad to say that i am mending. i am ALIVE to say the least, which is alot, you know. i am not hurting myself, not yelling at my brothers and father any more than usual, not scarfing down ice cream with crazy shit mixed inside... i'm good. i can even genuinely smile sometimes! i'm not even on my medicine!

57 minutes to complete my chemistry; shit.
fuck it. i'll make up for it next assignment. c'est just homework.
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this is a day late and all, but i want to finish this post, of course. i don't know how i managed to fall sleep after midnight and wake up before noon-ON MY OWN. weird. i'm actually getting this semblance of a morning after a full night's sleep thing going on. plus i've got my teeth staining coffee to give me jitters enough to open my eyes. i'm simply good to go.

i will not type about it in great detail, but to leave it out is a bit untruthful. the ex-roommate's monkey little friend came by lying as if he thought she was still here. he just wanted an excuse to see me. i gave him a false number, so ha! he tried to kiss me and he even went back and told the ex-roomie a bunch of drama-starting shits that i didn't even mean! if he wants to see a catfight, he'll have to involve another girl who gives a damn about the bitch, because i really don't. i've grown up just a little too much to give in to the entertain a rumor and badmouth game. i really don't have any resentment for her or even her dishonest little friend. hope she can sleep nights because i sure can!

that is all. i seek to pass a L'examen and some coherence with today's biologie lecture.

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