|Current mood:|| sore|
There's people (well, probably just a person) in my shower, so I can't quite get ready for class yet. So, I don't have anything to do and I am quite bored.
I went to talk to my Brit. Lit. instructor yesterday and asked him where the class was heading because if it wasn't heading in an easier direction, I was going to drop. He was actually really nice to me. I think I'm going to try to stay in it. I hope I can get a B.
So, umm, there's really nothing much going on in my life. For the most part, however, things are going rather well, which would normally worry me, because I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop, but I'm not even worried, maybe that should worry me . . . (ow, now my head hurts.)
This week flew by, and my arms hurt from working out. (I know those two thoughts were in the same sentence, so they should logically have some connection, but stop trying, they don't.)
"I wish I could sleep
but I can't lay on my back
because there's a knife
for everyday I've known you."
Alright, I don't really like Marilyn Manson as a person, I think that the image he tries to project is just disturbing, but he has some really amazing lyrics. The above passage is an example of that, and I think that it really explains a lot of the way I feel about certain people at the moment. (See a few entries ago, hint: it involved vodka)
So, I suppose that's enough rambling for now.
I'm going away. Don't cry.