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| sooo.....BLECH......that pretty much describes it. classes, work, more work, even more work, papers, papers, tests, more papers, and THEN....finals....
boys=blech as well
but i spose that's how it goes sometimes...things are just blech
classes for next semester are acutally not blech, so that's a major plus
xmas break is gonna be a loooon one  it gets harder to come home the longer you've been away. i don't look forward to it like i used to. i'm definitely ready for classes to be over, and coming home for a bit. but sometimes breaks seem too long...they drag on...and yeah..it kinda sucks. sometimes i just wish that i had someone (boy) to look forward to spening time with over breaks since that's when i have the time. because when you don't have that, the down time can kill you...guess i better start learning how to entertain myself once again...weeeeeeee
on another note, sometimes the stories you hear throughout the day when you are eaves dropping are enough to make you never want a boyfriend...or at least not one of the many slimebags that go to this school... | | |
| FUN weekend! wow! that was large! I really like this font...yay! xanga is fun now...mwahahaha  and good week so far.
This weekend I had Friday night off for a change..so I stayed in..which sounds lame..but I needed it! Steve came over and we did laundry and watched the Family Guy Movie--highly hilarious indeed. Then we went for a late night Wendys run which totally reminded me of all the times we did that in HS and sat and ate in our cars..good times
Then Saturday afternoon was watching the Iowa game with the girlies at the bar. Yay for diet coke, salad, and Hawkeyes. What more do you need on a Saturday afternoon?? NOTHING! that's what! Saturday pm brought work..ick...but then...a cowboy and indian party. hell yeah! I was definitely the cutest damn cowgirl there...for sure. I had the hat, the shirt, the boots..everything except a cowboy! First song I hear when I walk into the house was "Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy"...and that made me very happy! Then gyros at 2am are ridiculously delicious..even when sober I found out..YUM!
Last week before Thanksgiving break and I'm sooo ready for the break...even though I work Sunday-Saturday..so every day I'm home, i'm working, except the day I come back. Which means 52 hours for Carrie. and lossa cash money! But the break will be nice to get some things and get started on term papers and prepping for finals...
So I've definitely decided that these are a few of my favorite things:
- getting things done
- looking pretty
- getting phone calls from cute cowboys 
- and feeling like this: 
MUCH LOVE 
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| Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh man! What a night!! Last night was my friend Steve's 21st bday! which meant PARTY and party we did. I worked 8 hours before so I was ready to get down last night. We pregamed at Steve's then headed to JAKES for $1 you call its!!!! which is pretty much guaranteed to get anyone drunk who wants to get drunk. and drink we did. Fun times with making the birthday boy take shots, hanging with friends, posing for pictures for the camera we didn't have, dancing, up up against the SLUT wall!! not sure how that one happened...oh yeah....too much alcohol! Sober roomie and friend Matt walked home with me--attempting to keep me on the sidewalks by playing HOT LAVA ..... but i'm pretty sure i lost because apparently i kept walking out in the street! no good
everyone was pretty crazy and i dont remember some of it, but from what i gather pretty much everyone had a fun time, and at the end of the night, or the next morning rather, that's all that should matter. put my embarassment and any guilt behind me because it was a GREAT NIGHT!! so yay! even if it was only tuesday....oh boy | | |
| Feelin a bit better..i'm getting there. thanks to good friends | | |
| - The Walk It’s not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all
I don’t want to feel like this, yeah
No it’s not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all
I don’t want to feel like this, so that makes it all your fault
Big trouble,
Loosing control
Primary resistance at a critical load
On the double gotta get a hold,
Point of no return, one second to go
it's comforting when you can find a song that seems to capture how you're feeling. even though you didn't write it, it means that someone else has felt this before. you're not alone because someone has been there before. i just wish i didn't feel so alone.
also-good question to try and answer for yourself- "how'd we get so far?" | | |
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