yes. so. the shit shall hit the fan. a friend doesn't know that all of us are "perturbed", as we refer to the anger this particular situation inspires. i love her more than anything but i am pissed--perturbed, to be specific. i just talked to her and the call reminded me how much she means to me but seriously--this cannot continue and we are all peeved. royally peeved. she should watch out, but she doesn't even guess...for your own good, girl: beware, as we're angry and we are unaware of the price of this.
so i am falling into the hole that sophmore year is becoming. i have a b in econ and a b in chem. it's alredy midquarters. i work so fucking hard. so. fucking. hard. and i do worse. i don't even get it. i understand the concepts...i just want to sleep.
my playlist
le tigre - deceptacon
finch - what it is to burn
neutral milk hotel - i love jesus
godspeed you! black emperor - east hastings
finch - post script
phish - gin and juice
u2 - running to stand still
gary lewis ad the playboys - red rubber ball
the mamas and the papas - creeque alley
goo goo dolls - sympathy
le tigre - deceptacon
hurrah for kazaa lite k++!
i have stopped using names because this popped up when i googled "kate" "doyle" "fenwick". egad!