So, I'm back to sneaker net, as I wrote at home earlier today, and then forgot to bring the fucking disk. That's okay, that's what retro posting is all about. So I won't spoil the surprise for you. *snicker* Like you give a shit.
I'm checking out this guy over there, I could see for the past hour that he's been I.M.-ing a chick who has a web cam, and then this other chick came over and he minimized real quick. Smooooth.
Tuesday in sociology we're watching Bend it Like Beckham, a movie I adore. Woo-hoo! That almost makes it worth the exhorbitant tuition those fuckers charged me. I think Parminder Nagra is gorgeous, but I can't believe she cut off all that fabulous hair.
Awright, gotta go.
Oh, I forgot, I had a shrink appointment today. She started brow-beating me again in regards to the fact that I don't know what to do with my life. I said something like, "I'll figure it out," and changed the subject. Christ. I've been feeling good these past few days and I'm not letting her spoil it. And FYI, ragging on me is NOT the way to positively influence me -- ask my mother.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 9:19 PM
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