I love reading books. I mean, I really love to read books.
Yes, I'm reading Fight Club again as well as reading my classics book, Frankenstein, Haunted and about a hundred different fanfictions and short stories that people have written; both "worksafe" and "adult". And still, I can't write anything past my fantasy project, which is kind of a bummer. Oh well, at least I'm writing.
MUN fucking sucks. I hate going to classes and I hate having to worry about school. I should just start a soap company. Paper Street Soap Company. Just need to get fat and a lot of it. Maybe I need to stop reading Fight Club for a while, but then again, the first rule of fight club is: you do not talk about fight club.
If I want to get into the RNC, I have to do psychology and sociology in MUN, which I wouldn't mind doing, but I hate MUN. Maybe I'll just do the two courses and nothing else. We'll see how that goes and if I have to do three, I'll do another english course because I like english. So much shit to sift through.
Party tomorrow night. Trelyn's 19th, which is going to be fun. I haven't seen him in ages, since Zack's party back before Christmas, I'm headed down after work tomorrow night. Robyn's having another party tomorrow as well, but I'm going to Trelyn's, though I may swing by her place afterwards, just to see what's on the go. Maybe pick up some tail. Ahahahahahaha! Yeah, like that will ever happen. I'm doomed to having "poor quality" lays and shitty relationships. Poor me, emo about being lonely again. I need to drink more, if you drink people will come. They will come, be it the cops or friends or not, someone will show up.
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