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| i fucking hate my english professor.
he is suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch a fucking prick.
he sits there and he's like "how do you know this? how do you know that? why did you put this in here when you don't know the exact date? a hundred years is a long time."
HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO WRITE A FUCKING PAPER THEN.
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| Apparently I'm a thread to all women who have boyfriends, because I'm a potential boyfriend stealer. I understand that I have something against these specific women I'm talking about, and that's probably one half of it, but don't accuse me of trying to drag you away from people YOU'RE NOT EVEN DATING ANYMORE. Learn the fucking rules of being broken up. Your EXES are allow to HANG OUT and LIKE whomever they wish. Not that I'm saying these two individuals have feelings for me, because I honestly I doubt it, and I have no idea, but still. Stop being such fucking over protective "girlfriends". You're not their girlfriends anymore, to my knowledge. There's a reason why the term "ex" exists.
And above all else, I'm not trying to take them away from you, so cut the shit.
Really.
I remember before I went out with Joe I had this issue with Rachel. I think I spelled her name wrong, and I apologize if I did. I remember Maria telling me how Rachel was bitching to her about how I was trying to steal Joe away from her, and yeah, I did happen to have an interest in Joe, and I guess in a way I did. But that was mostly her fault. I was the one showing more interest in him, and I obviously won him over. But yeah, I've been in this sort of situation before. The only difference is that I have no romantic interest in either of these guys, so chill out. Guys can be friends with girls and not want to get in their pants, and vice versa. I know, it's rare but it does happen.
So yeah, anyway, I went to Bayville with Tim, Diego and Billiam, as Timmy calls him. For some reason last year I had a lot more guts than I did tonight. Billiam said I was clinging to his jacket to hard that he thought I was gonna tear it off his shoulders. Maybe because I knew Nick was working there last year lol. It was a good night. Wish it lasted longer, though. But that's my only complaint. It was nice seeing the guys again :]
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| My brother sprained his foot. It was put into a cast with one of those airbag things around it, and he has to use crutches to get around. Anyway, he was sitting on the living room couch watching TV when my dad comes home. He goes to change, comes back out of the bedroom and goes "Phil, you need to hop along somewhere, cause I need to watch TV and relax." I was sitting there going are you fucking kidding me? You have a fucking TV in your bedroom. Go fucking watch TV in there. Plus, my brother had just came up from the basement to eat. But no, that doesn't fucking matter. It pisses me off how he cares more about his family than he does us. Right away he's going to send my Uncle Joey clothes and shit cause the hospitals took his clothes and whatnot when he was there. Did he ask my mother if me or my brother needed anything? No, of course not. Everything for his family. Fuck the rest of us. My cousin Lisa started some argument between him and my Uncle Anthony, so now he's all pissy about it and who gets the brunt of it? Us.
He makes me laugh how he asks me if I'm doing ok in school and shit like that, and wants me to tell him I love him and all that shit. 1) How the hell can I be doing well in school when I have this giant urge to just run away to Europe and never come back due to his shit? 2) Why would I even tell him I love him? Because yelling at me, telling me I take advantage of my mother and that I have no respect for anyone is definitely a way to earn my trust and respect.
He honestly is fucking ridiculous. I kid you not, if he fucking died tomorrow in a car accident, I would not shed one fucking tear for him. He gives me hell because he has to fucking pay 2k a semester for me to go to school, yet he'll go and fucking drop 70k in ONE DAY on a fucking stupid truck he really doesn't need. Do you realize that I could go to fucking NYU for almost four semesters with that fucking money? He gives me hell to the point where I have no drive to even do anything. My mother says that I need a job just to get away from him, but he'll still find something to yell about. Like how I'd be working to maybe 10-11PM. He'll be saying I work too late and it'll intervene with my school work. He's such a miserable fuck. I really honestly wish I had like, sixty grand to run away to Europe with and start a new life there. I'm really considering moving there once I become a certified R.N. and set myself up on my feet.
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| is it bad that i wanna start smoking?
not cigarettes, though.
black & milds.
those things just smell so fucking good lmao.
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| i really have never wanted to give up so much in my life.
really, i haven't.
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