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call me cornbread or princess boobies if you prefer me again. i should be doing some sociology homework that is due tomorrow. i just got the books today which probably says something about how motivated i am do it. i think it'll actually be an interesting class...it's the sociology of criminal and deviant behavior. but since i only have it once a week i tend to put it off. my teacher is a retired ames cop and he's pretty funny. he's got the whole cop walk down and everything. and he tells funny stories about stoned kids asking if they could drive his patrol car after he arrested them. i just try and slide my arm through the side of the plexi glass to show that i could grab the cop's throat if i wanted to. so i worked a whole 4 hours after class today. doesn't sound like much, but when you read the crap i have to read about it gets tough. and just reading for that long makes your head want to fall off. the fire alarm kept going off in the building that i work in too. it's kinda hard to do any work with the most annoying sound in the world going on for 20 minutes straight. michael keeps freaking out on me today too for no reason. he keeps screaming at me and throwing his books on the ground and bitching about this and that. i'll be very happy once i have my own room...or just not to live with him and 3 other boys. anyway i have an oral fixation and because i like to dunk my oreo's in milk, i am unaware that my life is in shambles. and i see a beaver wearing a saddle in the ink blot test...what does that say about me? +The Last Five+ |