That's what she said.

Numero cinco:
Just blogging for a bit until these last 34 minutes of work are over. So I have come to this amazing conclusion. Guys are idiots. Haha, because if you are female and you talk to them, they think you want to fuck them. If you talk to them more than once, they are pretty damn sure you want to marry them. I am thinking it is impossible to be friends with guys anymore because they are so damn full of themselves. And it's freaking hysterical. So there is a guy I like hanging out with and talking to and wouldn't mind being more than friends with. But whether we are just friends or more than that, can't we just relax and have fun. No wonder all guys think all girls are nuts, because they create these fantasy stalkers in their heads. So moral of the story ladies: Don't talk to or look at guys, because inevitably, it makes you a crazy person because you are so obviously obsessed with them. Oh boys....silly geese. Lol.
Blah, just getting that little tidbit out there.
So, my life.
Has been freakishly enjoyable lately.
Like my apartment is a mess, I procrastinated on homework and had to rush to do it at the last minute, and I am broke...but oh so happy. I think I have finally come to terms with myself and my life and learned to accept it, and therefore, embrace it. I am just happy. Hmm...that's strange. Oh well, totally digging it.
So yeah...it's like winter. And damn, can you ever feel it. I actually broke down and bought winter stuff (gloves, hat, scarf) last night. Considering I wore flip flops in the snow on Monday, you know it has gotta be cold. And WINDY! Blah.
Ah, my eyes are getting into the annoying habit of closing when they need to be open. Sleepiness...but that's cool cuz I am now officially outta work in 23 minutes and then 2 hours of Physics *mimes shooting self in head* and then I am done for the day!! Thankity freaking god!
"So what made you think that he couldn't find the door in the morning? When he found that bed so easily in the dark?" - The Fourth Drink Instinct by Cute Is What We Aim For
Lyric to live by, I suppose. I refer back to it often at least.
Okay so I still have 18 minutes left of work but I am gonna end this post.
TtyLater.