Calling into School.

Skynard sent me a slew of text messages this morning. "Please call me into school" "Come on, I need you to call me in or I am in big trouble" "Im ditching school, and if you dont call me in they will call my parents". Ahh. To no longer be in high school. I dont know what I would have done had I not been in class until 2 pm today. I didnt know she was in dire need of my help this morning. In anysense, I dont know what I would do. I allready buy the kid cigs on a routine basis, and now I really cant be expected to just call in for her when I live 300 miles away. The kid isnt even my sister! Its my cousin! I would probably do it in a pinch for my sister, but calling in for Skynard is a push.

Anyway. So. The visit home went surprisingly well. The drive to and from however, were far from wonderful. On the way home, it was snowing/raining and Leopard drives way to fucking close to the drived in front of him. I was hitting the imaginary break and holding onto the fake jesus bar the whole way home. My aunts dinner was really nice, it was at this kooky western themed restaurant where they pretty much serve you a whole cow, the steaks are that huge. I swear I heard one moo down the table. Thats how I like my meat. Big and mooing.

I should be studying for my organic chemistry exam tomorrow but fuck it...ill do it later. I should also be fixing my organic chem journaly, but lets fuck that as well.

I did the most terrible thing and now im waiting to be punished. See, two months ago The Roomate and Peaches and I made plans to see the sex therapist Sue Johnanson. Well, until this morning it didnt dawn on me that my exam for tomorrow night coincides with my huge o-chem exam. This morning I went to my prof's office and told her my mom was coming to visit and go to dinner with me. I hate lying. If there is one thing I cant do, its lie. I cant lie very well, and I think that is a good thing. I think that is partially also the reason why I make for a good bitch. I just shed the light on peoples misgivings. I have them, and so do you. I also point them out and dont lie about them. Anyway. It felt terrible to lie, but that feeling of guilt luckily reminded me that, hey, I still do have a conscience.

I am kinda mad a leopard. Our anniversary was terrible. He didnt try very hard. What a slacker of a boyfriend. I love him, but the kid has to try a little harder. He is the laziest person I know.


For some reason, I think The Wife is mad at me. Remember that night when I wrote of The Roomate swalling the man juice? Well she was supposed to come over that night and hang with us, and I got chumped out for Trainwreck. Great. Grand. Spectacular. Well, I have called The Wife and not gotten any phone calls or text messages back. She owes me lunch, so hopefully we go out to lunch either tomorrow or thursday. I dont know why I am getting chumped out for trainwreck, as The Wife had been speaking most distainfully of her. I understand about having to be amicable as they live together, but all of the sudden getting chumped out for the girl who has hardly talked to her lately? Puh-lease. Im worth more then that. I love when bitches make the wrong decisions out of pity or boredom.

I need to find a job so I can go to Germany. I need to fill out my Fafsa sheet this weekend, and do my taxes. Im praying that I get the 1,000 scholarship. My life would be made. No, I lied. My year would be made, but after that I would probably forget it a little bit from now (I'm...just being honest). If I get a scholarship, on top of the $500 I will get from my mom instead of vegas, and with my taxes, and working spring break, I should only have to take out like 1,500. I know to a lot of college kids, and to a lot of kids who live where I do, that is a ton of money. 1500 really isnt that bad. Maybe it is to poor people. Im a poor college kid, but in real life terms, 1500 isnt that bad for a life experience. I know im biased. Kiss my ass.


Good grief I am getting mad at my roommate. I know that I made a mess in the kitchen yesterday when I made a cake, but I do not remember the last time she unloaded the dishwasher or cleaned the stove. And I really cant stand the way she judges what we eat. The other night Leopard and I made pasta. And maybe leopard put too many noodles in and we threw a good deal of them away. So, last night we made this really nasty hamburger helper (cheesy hamburger). I dont recommend it. The two of us hardly at any and threw it away. So, the roomate saw and goes, "You guys waste soo much food". Yea, I threw away plain noodles and nasty hamburger. I also throw away the ends off of a loaf of bread..I hate those pieces. Im just sick of it. I dont tell her that she is lazy or that when she has her bedroom door open it makes the hallway in the apartment smell because her room smells as a result of her not washing her sheets do I? I didnt think so.

I cant wait for Sue tomorrow. Bitches be crazy!