| Which means that the only class I have a C in is Bio. Oh my fucking god, YES. And it doesn't matter, because I don't need Bio for anything. I need English for the Nursing Program. FUCK YEAHHH :DDD
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| and joe texts me back saying "ha funny, i was just thinking about you wondering if i should text you now or when i wake up! anyway... merry christmas to you too! gnight (:"
why does stupid little shit like that from him still make me feel all giddy?
merry christmas, everyone. lmao.
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| seriously. i dunno where the fuck it went. my love handles hardly exist anymore, and i'm really fucking slim. what the fuck?
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| it keeps saying someone from iran is viewing my xanga, and it's creeping me out. i thought they weren't allowed to view blogs and shit over there. doesn't iran have a strict sense of censorship, and not allowing people to think? more or less like north korea, or china? i'm not saying it in a mean "IRAN SUCKS!" type way. this is just honestly what i know, or don't know if this is all wrong.
but anyway, yeah.
i'm done with my first semester of college.
i didn't fail anything, or even come close to failing anything, but i'll still end up being shot at for my grades. sighh.
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| and then they bitch about when shit goes sour.
you know why shit goes sour?
because you can't fucking force love.
love just happens.
you can't just wake up one day and say "okay, today i have decided that i will be in love with blahblahblah!"
no.
just fucking no.
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