Random blurbs of thought...
This semester has been hell. The classes themselves weren't really that hard (except maybe Grammar), but my attitude towards them made it all worse. I'm just glad it'll be over soon. Just two more exams to go... I'm particularly dreading the math one at 7 in the morning on Friday. Bleh. If I do well on it, I might scrape by with a C. Which is good enough for me when it concerns a class as useless as math.
In two weeks it's my second anniversary.. *sigh* boy, it hasn't been easy. I don't know yet what we're going to do to celebrate. We're not known to go out on romantic dates- we celebrated our first anniversary by hanging out with a large group of friends at a Starbucks.
OH and the water heater's broken. It's gonna cost $640 to fix it. And that sucks. Looks like I'm gonna have to squeal my way through ice-cold showers for a while.
I'm glad my mom got into the mood to put up Christmas decorations.

Christmas used to be her favorite time of year- she really went all out to make sure her house was the prettiest one in the whole neighborhood. These past couple of years, though, she's drifted through the holidays half-heartedly. But I think she's doing better.
...I hope my dad has a rotten Christmas. Hell, I hope he has a rotten rest of his life.
*bitter muttering*
In two weeks it's my second anniversary.. *sigh* boy, it hasn't been easy. I don't know yet what we're going to do to celebrate. We're not known to go out on romantic dates- we celebrated our first anniversary by hanging out with a large group of friends at a Starbucks.
OH and the water heater's broken. It's gonna cost $640 to fix it. And that sucks. Looks like I'm gonna have to squeal my way through ice-cold showers for a while.
I'm glad my mom got into the mood to put up Christmas decorations.

Christmas used to be her favorite time of year- she really went all out to make sure her house was the prettiest one in the whole neighborhood. These past couple of years, though, she's drifted through the holidays half-heartedly. But I think she's doing better.
...I hope my dad has a rotten Christmas. Hell, I hope he has a rotten rest of his life.
*bitter muttering*


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