Who Knows

Yes as one might have deduced, I am in the JC library once more, and I am slightly depressed because I am done with book number four of a fantasmic series about a woman named Stephanie Plum.  If I didn't have so much time to kill here, I wouldn't be nearly so bummed, but alas, I have another hour, if not more, here sitting, blogging, waiting, doing random things online and just being plain bored.  I should be working on my second part of my Philosophy 5 final paper, but I really don't want to just yet, even though it is due next Tuesday... I hate this semester.  I swear, the only good things about it are getting to hang out with my bestie about an hour and a half a week, and not having school on Fridays.  Everything else just stinks like crap. I'm over crowded most of the time (even at home), I have to wake up ridiculously early every day, share food (and practically everything else in life), wait for hours at a time to go home, I'm not doing so hot in my geology lab class which means I'll probably have to do something stupid like re-take it in an upcoming semester, I have to deal with retards every day in all of my classes, I have not been getting any sleep what so ever, my sex life has sucked royal a$$, things seem ultra rushed and like I have no time in the world to do anything I want.. wake up, go to school, wait, come home from school, eat (sometimes), sleep.. repeat that process every single day and that's my life. I will be so happy when this semester is over. And while I am ranting about what's not very fun in my life, it's fracking cold outside almost all the time now.  Uncool man.. uncool.  Especially since I am a warm-weather-type person and don't have much in the way of appropriate clothing for rain and sleet.  Speaking of clothing, I went through my whole wardrobe and I'm giving a good 60% of it away to charity for people who are homeless and lack there of clothing.  Nice right? But of course it's all clothing that I either don't like enough to wear anymore, or it's due to the fact that I don't fit into it anymore.  Sad right?  But yeah, I hope a bunch of people get use of what I've given away.  Ah, mental note: stop by GoodWill to drop off some shoes that I don't like or wear anymore. I really wish that this person in the next row would use different headphones, because I can hear every part of the jazz piece they're listening to clear as a bell and it's really quite annoying (not to mention that it's even worse than my brother, which is really saying something)... New topic time: New Years Resolutions.  I've decided mine already.  Get fit and sexy again.  I used to be so hot now that I look back at pictures taken of me just a couple years ago, and I am disgusted at how much weight I've gained and how many sizes I've gone up. Makes me want to puke. I want to get rid of the flab and the fat and add muscle mass and sexiness.. Yay.. only a half hour left before he thinks about coming to pick me up... -_- ... The guy I am sitting next to looks like a straight up serial killer or some homicidal maniac.. kind of looks like the dude that plays the wolf trapper in Ladyhawk, but only with a hair cut. And if you don't know what he looks like.. here ya go:

Creepy yes? .. Try sitting next to him while he is playing a combat game and hearing him groan and grumble about good or bad shots made =/  It's a bit nerve-wracking if I do say so myself.. But he just politely asked for the time, so I am assuming that he is a nice guy.  Man I desperately need a haircut. My ends are totally fried and split. It's gross, but not nearly as nasty as that girl that sits in the row in front of me and to the left a seat in choir... She thinks she is the bomb and wears tight clothing even though she is probably 20 pounds heavier than I am, which means that she's slid into the 200 range.. She never wears anything flattering and wears way way WAY too much make-up and tries to be amazing and acts like she knows everyone and that everyone likes her. She isn't all that pretty at all.. and she's got dandruf like she just stepped inside from a blizzard. She was picking at it all choir today and it's so nasty and thick that she could pick out large chunks out .. and she wasn't just scratching at her head, she was literally picking at her scalp and peeling pieces off.. (it made me want to hurl).  And to make it all worse, she was biting her fingernails afterwards... ew.. just EEEEEWWWWWW!!!!! I was legitimately sick to my stomach for the majority of class.  Just thinking about it makes me want to blow chunks. Ahh.. he just got done teaching a class.. I'm betting that he will be here in a half hour due to that social kind of thing he always does and loses track of time to a point where I get highly irritated because it feels like he's forgetting that I exist. It is five minutes after class has ended and chances are he hasn't even thought about leaving yet... Ten minutes after the half hour now and I'm still betting that he's chatting it up with fellow gym-people and hasn't had a teeny tiny thought trickle into his math-bogged brain about leaving to pick me up and go home. Fifteen minutes past the half hour and still no text saying that he's on his way.. twenty minutes past now, and still no text. I feel forgotten. Time to prod and make him realize the time. I'm done waiting. >:| FINALLY! He's five minutes away. Time to bust out of this joint and get some blood back into by butt. (it's numb from sitting so god dang long). 

PEACE OUT!

~Halo~