Well, it is Friday night and I am sitting here in my room doing nothing. I should be working on some assignments for my finals, but frankly, I don’t feel like it. My room is quiet because my speakers are plugged into the back of my broken-ass computer, which means, they aren’t plugged into my CD Player. I am pretty bored at the moment. No music, no one online to chat with, no one really doing anything for at least a while, no little romantic engagements to run off to. I could go to a bonfire, but no thanks. I’d just sit there and hear about all this stuff that doesn’t interest me, kinda like class. I want to read maybe, but don’t feel like it. I want to get sound on my computer, but I can’t until Cory messages me or calls me, which he probably won’t do until tomorrow. I don’t feel like writing any fictional. I really don’t want to do my finals. I mean, 14 pages for a paper about women’s issues? Look, I already did the class, I did community servie hours, I did the powerpoint, why do I have to fucking write fourteen pages now? Well, I’ll tell you right now that this paper is most definetely not going to be 14 pages. That’s rediculous for her to assume that I’m going to write that much. I would rather write a shorter paper that says what I want, than a fourteen page paper that draws out the same ideas and repeats itself.
Can’t hang out with this one girl because she hurt me a while back, and hell, she hasn’t called me in days. So yea, not too important, I suppose. Everyone is off getting drunk or hanging with their honeys and beaus, and since I have no honey and am no one’s beau, I sit here contemplating if I should watch the Turisas DVD I got over Thanksgiving break. I guess that’d be exciting, but then again, I’d just be doing it alone.
Wow, what a lame Firday night. Hoepfully something exciting happens.