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| Today I hiked seven miles in the snow at five degrees above zero. My
car broke down. My friends said i should have called them. But you know
what? I was mad. And at that moment i didn't want to talk to anyone. I
wanted to hike seven fucking miles in the snow. I think my anger just
imploded and I was able to prevent someone dying by hiking for a few
hours. It wasn't cold, my snowpants kept falling down cause i've lost
so much weight at college. But i'm okay with that. It was warm, i had a
flashlight, and i was okay with spending some time alone by myself.
My room is a mess, my grades are slipping, my floor is out of control,
and i just need to take a fucking shower. It is sad. I don't have time
to take a shower, i dont' have time to eat. i just wanna eat a cookie!
Just a cookie!
alright peace out
.. and yes i know what you are thinking. i have time to write on this,
but i don't have time to eat a cookie.... that's how my life works
people! THATS HOW IT WORKS
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| Residence Life is where any social life goes to die. I dunno.. I like
my job. But for once i would like to break the rules, see my
friends, and just go freaking crazy. The thing is, taking up this job
i've signed away my college life. College is supposed to be about being
happy being crazy and just enjoying life with no responsibility.
Sometimes I feel forty nine from the problems that i deal with. All of
my residents come to me like i'm some all knowing wise person who has
all of the answers. It's ironic because i'm only a year older than
them. I like my job because it means that i can make a difference and i
like helping people. But it's sad to think that i have to grow up so
fast. It's sad to see my life fly by. No matter what happens now, if i
quit my job or if i keep it, I don't think i'll ever be able to go back
to my carefree freshmen days where i did crazy stuff that only kids in
college do. I feel like i've lost a part of myself, but in the same
respect I feel like I've gained another part of myself. Not necessarily
good or bad, but i know that i can never go back to the ways that
things used to be. A part of me is happy and a part of me is sad. It's
a very confusing emotion.
My friend life is non exsistent. I don't have time. I dunno sometimes
it just sucks to be so responsible. it sucks sucks sucks sucks.
On a seperate note, i'm tired and i have so much homework to do this
weekend. I doubt that i will be leaving me room. but that's okay. it's
nice to be a hermit every once in a while.
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| I hate laundry....and english... and people who don't put their
shopping carts away after they are fucking done with them..yarrr...
Broomball was tonight. we made a deal that if our team lost, certain
members would have to shave their heads into a reverse mohawk. If the
other team lost, certain members of their teams would have to do the
same thing. Unfortuneately we are the suckiest team (hence you Beat off
in the Shower) and of course we lost. So here are some pictures of our
team... loosing..
The first one is of my boyfriend's buddy Skyler. The next one is of all
the guys posing together with their new haristyles. too funny.
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| I'm procrastinating again. GOD DAMNIT I HATE ENGLISH. COCK SUCKING MOTHER FUCKER! Sorry for the torrets outbreak there.
Other than that, life is going good. i'm pretty sure that there are
students having sex in the showers. so i'm staking out my floor tonight
cause i really wanna bust these kids. When you're an RA, you can afford
to hate some kids.
I've got these Chocolate Cupcakes in my room and they are delicious. On
another note, I spilled gross nasty burrito all over my sweater.
I'm tired and i hate hate hate hate hate hate hate english. i don't want to write this paper.
And my printer doesn't work. WHICH IS A MOTHER FUCKING BITCH!
Peace that's all i have for tonight.
I went and saw the Corpse Bride. it was okay. it was sad at the end... :(
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| I think that it's safe to say that the only reason that i'm writing
this right now is because I officially don't want to write this fucking
paper for my english class. I hate writing papers. Don't get me wrong.
I'm horrible at a lot of things in my life. Writing is not one of them.
I'm a pretty damn good writer. I just hate doing it. I have the ideas
in my head, but making them coherent and smart sounding sucks. I just
wish i could take a picture of my brain and what i'm thinking and turn
that in. It would be soo much simpler. But c'est la vie. That's some
French for you. I'm planning this kick ass trip to Europe. Three
months, no money, backpacking. Hell yes. On another note, I'm an RA
this year. It's so much work. I don't think that i've ever been more
overwhelmed in my life. Don't get me wrong, it's fun. But every once in
a while i wish that i could be out having fun partying with everyone
else. Not planning programs and trying to mediate situations between
roomates and dealing with people that have locked themselves out of
their room. Just once in a while i'd like not to be waken up at four
thirty in the morning for a lock out. Just once i'd like my phone not
to ring in the middle of the night. I think i'm gonna do a jail break.
Some days i want to run out of Moore and hide from everybody. No one
can call me. It would be so nice. THis is why i don't have a cell
phone. Cell phones are huge leashes. You're never free. People can
always call you and bug you. Hence the reason why i don't have a cell
phone. Can't people survive for five minutes without a TV in their
phone, without calling someone, without having to text message someone.
It makes me so sad. We've become so reliant on ourselves. I love just
going for walks. Long walks where nobody can find me and i can hide
from everyone and every problem.
I'm also playing broomball this semester. Hell yes. Our team name is
"Off in the Shower" We suck a lot so when we win we walk around saying
"YOU JUST BEAT OFF IN THE SHOWER!" It's sweet.
Classes suck i'm in elementary math for elementary school teachers. It
sucks. These freaking fifth grade word problems kick my ass. I feel
stupid. It's no good for my self esteem.
I took my boyfriend home to meet my mother. She loves him. Now i fear
that she will cry if we ever break up. I keep telling him not to break
my mother's heart. I have to admit i like him too. quite a bit in fact.
Went out this weekend for a program of mine. Woke up at sven in the
fucking morning on a Saturday. Went canoeing and picked up garbage with
like thirty kids. Then came back and watched chick flick movies. It was
cool. We got in the paper. It rocked my socks.
So much for this entry. Sorry that it is so random. And to think i was
bragging about my writing skills. Oh well. If you think i'm a moron
that's cool too.
Peace
Sam
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