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i have pretty much just signed a 2 year+ conntract to live at home. that puts me in this house when i am just about 29 years old. if this doesn't make someone slit wristy i don't know what does...that sounds to me, (right now in my histerical insomniac state) like a death sentence. i will be experiencing my mid life, in my parents home, living as thought i were a child. i can't even imagine...nothing will become of my stupid life....my seven years in college, so i can continue, forever to look and sound like the biggest loser ever. yeah, i am 29, it took me seven years to finish college, i am a drunk, i am broke, and i live with my parents. i can't decide wether posting this will be cathartic (i don't know if that is a word) or pathetic. either way, i can't sleep, i have no one to talk to, and i have been crying so much my head is killing me. it's gonna make me fucking gorgeous for tomorrow. alright, bring on the sympathy comments.

god damn. i am so upset.

i had an invigorating dream. it involved hanging out at the jewel. going to a party on keim. getting flowers, and spanish grandparents. there was dijonaise too.

it was great. happy thursday. 5 a 7 tonight?

when i quit the space, i seemed to have quit the blog too...i am bored of the internet. that is a lie, youknow it.

well, there is really nothing funny or interesting to talk about, so i will just write about important upcomming dates.

friday 2/18 vanessa's bday
sat 2/19 chicago? i think, to celebrate the above.
sunday 2/20 intense boozing on behalf of the presidents, and no school monday

saturday 2/26 canopy

saturday 3/5 corey's grad party

anything i am forgetting? there is of course

3/24-4/3 SPRING BREAK!

and my birthday and a double door show. anyways, i am going to watch tv. the idol is on tonight, go sarah!

fun day at work today. did crafts, had treats. hmm...what to do with all the failing kids...

i haven't blogged in a thousand years. i am still blah. work is draining. i can't seem to make anyone happy, not even my grade book who attacked me (paper cut style) but not like regular sheet of paper, but the cardstock cover cut me to the point where i should have had stitches and i was pissing blood for hours, well minutes, till i found a bandaid. i haven't smoked all week. i am dying for one now. but i also have been having the worst athsma ever and can barely breath. my parents have gone out of town. wich means no going out this weekend unless karla feels like it because we can't leave bijou home alone. boo. what else. i haven't seen the boy type person in like 2 weeks. maybe that is why i have been so ho-hum. i get the feeling that it's over now. this is where all of you breath the sigh of releif. but it saddens me a bit. as much as i know that the situation was hopeless/probably unhealthy/scandalous/ridiculous, it did have tender moments. anyways. first semester done. second semester in full swing. how many more? i work 40 more years...80 more semesters, 1 down is not that satisfying anymore. no 5 a 7 tonight, bummed me out. but the oc was good. i am tired. and tomorrow is jeans and hoodie day. the best day of the week. next tuesday should be fun. the greatest part of this week was the twinkle about my classes as the lightbulbs went off "MARDI GRAS, M-A-R-D-I G-R-A-S....wait a minute miss smith, that's FRENCH!" we are going to have a party on tuesday. cute. that's all for now, s

i know, my life is not pathetic. it's full and rich and wonderful and awesome. but i am in such a funk. i hate feeling this way. hate. i went to the bar tonight and didn't even have the desire to drink i was so bummed out, and everyone at the bar was anooying, save for a few lovelies, the birthday girl, the sister, ang...okay, so mainly it was kit who was making me ccrazy. i should just stay away from him. anyways,. now i am home, and seriusly contemplating trevia tomorrow. who could even know how to pronounce that correctly. oh well. i should sleep. gots to work in the am. and i will write the whole saga of the week of shite.

i know i haven't blogged all week. and i am not going to now. i am writing this week off. as soon as it is done, it will be as though it never happened. i am going now to 8th grade registration. which is part of the sucking vat of shite that is this week. more later...i am livid/depressed/psychotic this week. anyone up for getting fucktarded wasted in 48 hours? ok, let's do it.

i made snow angles today. what is going on tonight? i am showering now. call me. i have funny stories from last night.

new stress. put a live blog feed on the ol' friendster. but it only shows my blog titles on my profile. now, i have to come up with some crative shit every time i blog. pressure. going to the bar tonight, duh...gonna see gio rizzo's band at frankie's? that should be interesting. i am bringing a flask in my purse. the downtown is a bit rich for my blood. woot, gotta go caress before i dress.

hey. today is a teacher work day. no kids equals sooo much work done. i get to wear jeans. and, i get out of there at 1. woot. my boss is taking all of us to lunch at Tango in the ville today. I am psyched for argentinian tapas. i have never had any kind of tapas, and I call myself a spanish teacher (don't tell anyone). anyways. i am still trying to avoid having to go to work at the college tomorrow. there is no way I want to leave my house at like 7, to drive there in 10 inches of snow, to sit and surf the internet. that would just be hella lame. more on this later. key word "moron". it's friday, we gonna party tonight.

it's birthday season! let me know if yours is soon. the twins this weekend, then eric sometime this week (24th? i am a bad friend) tray (28th?), then feb and march madness begins. alright. peace.