| Why am I writing? |
[Feb. 2nd, 2004|04:43 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | burnt sienna | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Pretenders, "Criminal" | ] |
Yep. Another exciting Monday at EMU. I am sitting in the computer lab waiting for Rachael's bitch-ass to get here...
I haven't been nearly as productive as I'd hope for, partially for the fact that I've been fighting with my mom on the phone off and on.
I've spent an entire afternoon drawing eggs; therefore, I never want to look at eggs again. The American Dairy and Agricultural Association would snicker with delight to see that my drawings love eggs, from their heads down to their legs.
Anyway, tonight is going to be really trying...I have homework up the yin-yang. I'm awesome. Glad I put it off in the process of looking through meaningful cookbooks...
Sometimes I think I should just bag it all up, and give into my housewife destiny. I've already got enough cleaning skills to make Mr. Clean, in all of his chemical cleanliness want to touch my ass. Betty Crocker is Jealous of my bottomless pile of awardwinning recipies, what's not to love? Soon enough I'll be wearing a pair of sweatpants and a ratty t-shirt from my "heyday" and have six little kids tugging at my bloated legs. ROCK!
Glad I fool myself with my academics.... who's an idiot? |
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