I never have any of my own food. Never. It makes me a bit sad. I would love to make my own food. Next year! NEXT YEAR I CAN MAKE MY OWN FOOD! I'm going to make delicious chicken salad and everyone's going to be like. "Sam. You make the best chicken salad." And I'll be like. 'Oh, I know. It's my mom's recipe. She knows her shit."
So since I never have my own fridge, I usually have an open refrigerator. And my friends keep food in it. And they always forget that they have food in it.
And I eat it. Because it tastes good.
I'm totally living in Minneapolis next year. In a house.
The lease was signed an hour ago.
Easter is coming up, and I am so excited. For candy.
I mean, there's the whole thing that I have to go to church, have to go home for a weekend, and all that stuff that isn't all that great, but I mean.
..At least, that's what she said.
All I want in my life is for my Gamecube adapter to come so I can play melee.
I am so bored.
I just found out I have a midterm in Psychology on April 20th.
I'm planning on writing a letter of pure irritation to my instructor about this detail so he will know that all hippies that are in his Psych 1001 class are very irritated.
So I was just looking over Kaity's Livejournal.
And, honestly, I used to fucking admire Kaity. She was so fucking hilarious, all the time. I remember reading her livejournal, and chilling with her and Chell and Tessa and Taylor. And just thoroughly enjoying myself, every second of it. I wanted to be friends with her friends, because I thought she was so cool, since no matter what, she always made me laugh.
She felt super threatened, though, when I became friends with her friends, instead of being honored. She got all infuriated and everything because I used to talk to Shantell online. I remember one time she got super pissed at me for something, and she wouldn't talk to me for a few weeks.
And then she just stopped talking to me all together, along with a few others, and made it a statement to all that she has stopped talking to these people. I'm assuming she never really considered me a friend, but I never truly knew why. I think I'm a decent person, a decent friend. I always thought she was annoyed by me, constantly, despite my best efforts to try and prevent my obnoxiousness.
Oh well. Whatever. The past is the past.
...I really need to finish writing this paper.
I just ate this chicken macaroni salad. It would've tasted much better without chives but with grapes.
So, last night (this morning?) I woke up from a fucking intense dream and I was sweating all over.
I sweated so much, I thought I pissed the bed when I woke up.
It was a fucking crazy dream. I was running away from these people that, I assumed, were going to beat me up, and then I like, transported into the future, and found out I died or something.
Dude, T is a fucking bitch.
(United States of Tara. Ten episodes thus far. Shown on showtime. Can be seen online at surfthechannel.com)
She really is. I mean, what the fuck does she think she's doing. She's not going to get laid by that dude. She's not. And you know why? Because he's gonna fuck Marshall! That's why!
Anyway, in other news.
I've been super fucking bored in Wausau lately, and it is time to go back to the cities. I'm planning on a Sociology degree that has like, criminology mixed into it, and also a Psychology degree. I wanna be a social worker in Canada and then go to grad school and become a clinical psychologist! Or work for an agency that like, interrogates criminals. Like the FBI or something. That'd be pretty tight.
I'm pretty wired. It's 2:30. I shouldn't be. I blame the caffeine free coke I'm
All I ever do anymore is smoke, read webcomics, Fuck My Life, and Not Always Right, and play Super Smash Bros. Melee.
I'm on Spring Break this week. In Wausau. It's not super exciting, but hey. At least I get to see everyone, which is pretty all right. I really wanna go out for sushi.