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*flops onto her bed*
Jan. 20th, 2010 05:25 pmUgh, stupid day that can only get worse, I'm sure. I see nothing good coming of anything today. So dad called again this morning. We're talking about just changing the number, which I REALLY don't wanna do because no one will ever call me again, and I'll never be able to get my new number to them because people are impossible to contact because the world hates me.
Then I go to my first class of the semester: Astronomy. It's going fine other than the annoying retarded kid (okay, mentally disabled, whatever; he's interfering with my learning, so I couldn't give a fuck) who can't take cues when he can and can't talk during a lecture. Then I get a text, and I'm all like maybe it's Bek since I texted earlier to ask how her day was going.
No, it was Dylan, my ex from nearly three years ago. Fucking wonderful. He asked if I still worked at Game Stop, which I don't. He works at one, so I ask him after I say no, why? And he says he was going to offer me some hours. Well, fuck, I don't work anymore so fuck you, I'd probably be covering YOUR shift, bastard. >>;; Okay, I didn't text that but grrrr. I told him I didn't want to talk anymore. HELL, Alex, one of my pretty good friends and his brother says he's not that good of a person! Ugh.
And I have a feeling Bek won't be able to come over tomorrow. Just call it a hunch. Pessimism is my friend, so fuck this, I'm taking a nap. Only good thing about my day was that Countdown Audiobook. Guh, Jason. ...guh, Mary Marvel? >.>;; mmm, Darksied, and I'm going to heeeeell.
Then I go to my first class of the semester: Astronomy. It's going fine other than the annoying retarded kid (okay, mentally disabled, whatever; he's interfering with my learning, so I couldn't give a fuck) who can't take cues when he can and can't talk during a lecture. Then I get a text, and I'm all like maybe it's Bek since I texted earlier to ask how her day was going.
No, it was Dylan, my ex from nearly three years ago. Fucking wonderful. He asked if I still worked at Game Stop, which I don't. He works at one, so I ask him after I say no, why? And he says he was going to offer me some hours. Well, fuck, I don't work anymore so fuck you, I'd probably be covering YOUR shift, bastard. >>;; Okay, I didn't text that but grrrr. I told him I didn't want to talk anymore. HELL, Alex, one of my pretty good friends and his brother says he's not that good of a person! Ugh.
And I have a feeling Bek won't be able to come over tomorrow. Just call it a hunch. Pessimism is my friend, so fuck this, I'm taking a nap. Only good thing about my day was that Countdown Audiobook. Guh, Jason. ...guh, Mary Marvel? >.>;; mmm, Darksied, and I'm going to heeeeell.
