My fish > Your fish

I'm buying a gold fish this weekend and within a few months he will be trained to do the limbo, swim through loops, and score goals with a soccer ball.

Just like Comet. Except more gangster.

WIN.

School's pretty much done and that means it's almost CRASSMAS!!


Listen to 101.1 or 99.9 on the radio for some epic Xmas tunes.

Brave new (scholarly) world.

I'm finishing my first (successful) semester in college in 5 days.

In 6 days, I get Vegas time with the beef.

The only thing standing in the way of me and 2.5 days of drunken douchebaggery is my term paper... which is already one week late. I rarely procrastinate but I think that, because this is the LAST thing (besides finals) that I have this semester, the devil on my shoulder is telling me to go Vegas dress shopping instead. Tomorrow, I'm gonna trap myself in the school library for 5 hours and finish this bad boy off. Jordan has a finals from 10:45-3:30ish so if I ride up to campus with him and leave my car at home... HUZZAH... No chance of me leaving campus. What to do? Write a paper. Duhhh. 

Unless I spend it on blogger blogging about bloggy stuff. Damn yoooou laptop sabotagerrrr!

iROQ. Go me. Woot.

OH....

And my boyfriend has a phobia of me getting fat again. Goodbye Del Taco. Hello bulimia.

Holy time, Batman.

Yesterday and today are perfect representations of my current lifestyle.

It begins tuesday morning:

10:30am - wake up

12:00-2:00pm - class

2:00pm EAT

3:00-6:00pm - class

6:00-8:00pm - work @ jumping jacks

8:00-9:30 pm - begin powerpoint presentatio

10:00-2:00am - work @ UPS

2:00-6:00am - finish powerpoint (group members barely sent their info at 2am)

6:30-7:00am - SLEEP

8:00-11:00am - Group meeting

11:00-1:00pm - library, work on term paper

3:00-5:00 - watch movie, start writing film analysis

5:30pm EAT (Epic Gus steaks.)

6:00pm-9:00pm work at Jumping Jacks

9:30pm Go home and change

10:00pm-2:00am work @ UPS

2:00am to NOW: put off finishing film analysis to blog and miss my social life/friends terribly.

It's funny... if I was my dad, I'd be proud of me. I'm working hella hours, paying my bills on time, saving up money for new tires, and getting As in all of my classes. Through all of this the only thing stressing me out is the fact that I will never be good enough for my own father. I don't think I've ever heard my dad utter the words "I'm proud of you." Instead, I get "Good. That's how it should be." But AS SOOOOOON as I mention ONE thing that I'm "struggling" with, the heavens rain down upon me and it's the end of the world. Reprimand me for the few bads that I do, ignore the HUNDREDS of goods that I do. Cool.

I'm going to sleep. I have to be at school in 5 hours to help Jordan and his group get their presentation together for friday.

Happy birthday, Daddy.