Guh... hem... tulip?

I am so stinking TIRED this morning. This week is going to be a wee bit tough ladies and gents. Testing begins. Blah. I had a war with my alarm clock this morning, I hit the snooze for a good thirty minutes and then finally the little bastard won and I got out of bed. Luckily I figured that would happen so I had set my alarm half an hour early last night. I want to drink some coffee but I just can't take the aftertaste.

I was wearing a green shirt but it was too bright for this morning so I changed to gray. Bright glothes can be so annoying in the morning.

Sometimes I wish I could smack people and tell them to just say what they want to say. Get on with it man, please! I suppose all that smacking wouldn't be that great for my rep though. Not that I have that great of a rep to begin with, but still. It would be good exercise I suppose.

That's it. Time to shove all my textbooks in my backpack and head out the door.

Dear Friday,

You are my love. No matter what you do, how you change, I will always love you.

It's Friday kids, it's 55 degrees out, and this little lady could not be any happier then she is right now. Well maybe she could, but that does not mean that I am not happy as a lark right now. Because I am.

My windows are open. Oh, I think you must have missed that. I said my WINDOWS are open. You know... a window? A large hole in your wall covered by glass that can be opened to allow this heavenly, sweet, fresh air to come in and shower me with love.

Yes indeed. School is over for the week. And it's warm and clean out. Yes indeed.

ahem

I think it's probably a really good thing that I didn't go to school when I was younger. I'm almost completely sure that I'd be the one smoking in the bathroom just to get the fire alarms to go off. I seem like a good girl for the most part, I make good decisions, I follow the rules for the most part, etc. I'm at a time in my life though when I am SO SICK of people telling me what to do. And oh they do. At school, at home, at tennis, etc. They tell me what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. I think I seem like a good girl because I've had a LOT of freedom. I was able to read, create, do, etc, what I wanted for the most part growing up. Sure, I worked a lot and we all have to study subjects that we don't like, but I could study them how I wanted to. If I got bored, I'd shake things up, start a project, do something I wanted to do the way I wanted to do it.

Read chapters one through five Camille.
Do exercises 8 - 14 Camille.
That is due Friday class.
Can you come into work Camille?
Return cross-court Camille, not down the line.
Cross-court.
Cross-court!
This is singles Camille, try to go down the line.
Camille, can I borrow your notes from Friday?
I think you need to move laundry Camille.
Camille, can you take the boys to the gym?
Let's go Camille!
The phones for you Camille.
Did you pick up the film Camille?


I am sick of it! Geez. I just wish I had time to doodle, to make a mix album, to read a book JUST FOR FUN.

It seems like I would have been the good girl. But I don't think I would have. If I wasn't the captian, I'd be the one passing around the round robin. Shaking things up, sick of all the orders.

*clear*

"Fellow doctors, would you concur that Camille Ione Studer is still alive and well?"

"Aye, that we would."

"Then I shall say that she is."

same

Our cats are still gone. This has just been unreal. We all feel so bad for Laura, she's having a really rough time. This just sucks.

Uk.

Well, what else... classes. They're going well.

I have a new cell phone now, so that is fun I suppose.

Man I have henna all over my left arm and hand, I'll write more later...

damn them all to hell

Well, we live in shithole hickville small town rudy faced Iowa, and our neighbors fit just that description. They're ignorant uneducated appalling people.

We had a couple cats outside, yeah, they were just cats but they were our pets and my siblings were attached to them. We are pretty sure that they've been shot by said neighbors.

They're just animals, yes, but they did not deserve to die in that way. Their dogs killed our oldest cat on New Year's day right in front of us, my dad had to run outside and try and stop the attack. I had to go pick up her poor little body. And now because we contacted the authorities about them they've decided to punish us further.

Those hicks. Those brainless shithead-esque hicks.

I hate them. I do not hate their 11 year old son because he is innocent but that is as far as my grace goes.

I hate them. I hate dogs. I hate people who do the bare minimum and complain about being overworked. I hate HICKS.

Call me a snob, go ahead!

I relish the title.

~

a.) Started school on Monday

b.) Can't stand one of my professors

c.) Wish that I hadn't finished "The Watchmen", because now it's over

d.) Feel ugly

e.) Feel angry

f.) Don't want to go to school tomorrow

g.) Bought a red picture frame

h.) Have a tummy ache

i.) But the world really isn't that bad

j.) Loved the latest issue of Time

k.) Plenty of cool stuff to read

l.) Need to read for school

m.) Need to sleep

n.) Need winter to give us a break

Greek Chic

Yuk.

I was just going through some of the archives of my little blog here, and I find myself to be quite disgusted with my silliness. I feel like just tossing this blog and starting a new one. Reading some of my old thoughts leaves me with a sick feeling in my stomuch, that's pretty sad.