2003-07-11
@ 12:34 a.m. I know I use too much profanity. But I had to call this entry Happy fucking birthday because when my friend Amanda turned twenty more than a year ago, she got really drunk and ran around screaming, "HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY!" to everybody. So that's what we say to each other on our birthdays now. My special little diary is also 2 today. Happy birthday baby, oh my gosh you're getting to be SUCH a big girl. No I'm actually not stoned right now(too po'), but I am extremely tired. I have a special birthday test in twelve hours that I am sure to flunk. I've only read two out of three chapters, I can't memorize all the court cases, and even if I do read all the chapters I'm not going to understand enough to argue both sides of an issue when presented with just the facts. I just fucked up and concentrated too much on the English class to pay attention to this one. I think I"m going to nap until 6 a.m., wake up and just study my ass off. I"m skipping British lit, fuck that shit, I need to cram. Today(or yesterday Thursday) was Illy's birthday. When he came in I blew a whistle at him and yelled happy birthday. I thought he turned red but then I realized he was just sunburned. He had been trying to get a tan, hee hee heh. It was so funny he has the skinniest legs I've ever seen on a guy and they were pinkish red. But I did make him smile by remembering his birthday, which made me happy. He is such a sweetheart, it's hard to believe God makes men that awesome. I wish we could be friends forever and ever until we die. I remember the first few days we worked together we became friends right away. It was so easy for me to talk to him, and I'm usually so shy around guys. He is my Dean Moriarty and I'm Carlo Marx. I thought he should be Carlo because Carlo was the wise one in "On the Road", but he said he won't because Carlo's gay. So I'll be Carlo because we both dig men. Carlo and Dean were friends in "On the Road" who used to stay up all night having deep, philosophical conversations. They could say anything to each other and not feel stupid. And I make him laugh. I love making people laugh. It has been too fucking hot lately. The worst part about this is that when it cools down the dorm rooms are still hot as hell. I need to go get to reading or napping. I hope I can get my shit shoved in closets and drawers in time for my bro and sis' arrival. It's doubtful though, because i need to study for this test, then right after the test I work. Oh well, they know I'm a big fat messy, disorganized pig. Who has managed to live another year. Every girl in my classes wants to talk about their tans. Can you say SNORE! Who the fuck cares? My face and forearms are kinda tan but that's it. HA. I'm talking about it too now. Older Entries |