Well. It's been a while.

And I'm quite exhausted. Almost to a point of...sleep?

x3

Yes. Well. On to business.

I have not been very active on dA for a long time. I wish to change this. I really do.

The problem is this, friends: I have two jobs now.

"BUT IT'S SUMMMMMMMMMERRRRR!" you may all be yelling at your various monitors. This is true, and yet. Work. I. Must.

I shall be working in the office of one of the big-timers at UWRF, which will basically mean catering to the whims of the folk who work there. AKA, I will be the Provost's Office's Bitch. Lovely. I know. Believe me. I know.

The second job is a bit more interesting, I must attest. My title will be "Administrative/Productions Assistant", and I will be earning a large sum of money come the end of the summer.

I'll be living on campus at UWRF. Yes, they have internet. Yes, I'll have my laptop. Yes, I'll be on MSN/AIM/Yahoo/Furc/Whatever. No, I don't believe I'll have a whole HELL of a lot of time to be online, though that's been said before and I've found ways around it x3

In any case. I thought perhaps an update was in order, just in case there were some of you who didn't delete Journal Alert Thingers <3.


Thanks for reading, and happy trails.

(((For all of you that dont care: I'm sorry ><))

Somebody has to do something about it. I dont like Britney. At all. But nobody, especially a parent should be able to get away with suicide. That's where she's headed, and it's not fair to do such a thing to any fans and it is ESPECIALLY unfair, even criminal to do to her children.

I'm a child of suicide. So I'm saying from experience, not talking through my a$$.

And I'm not going to go on about how we should "Leave Britney Alone"; on the contrary, I think too much time has gone by that we HAVE left her alone. The woman needs HELP.

Perhaps its not that I dislike Britney, and more that I dont like the publicity. I cant say I know this woman, just the things I see/hear about her. But again, she needs HELP.

:]

Yeah. I'm officially quitting on this. I've had enough of the constant struggles. I've been through enough of them in my fucking life to know better than to really push myself over the fucking edge with this one.

You know how they say that college has you walking in, thinking that you know everything there is to know, but walking out, as if you don't know anything at all? Well I don't doubt that....at all. But guess what? considering the fact that when I was young I was always told I didn't know anything to begin with, college might JUST be the end of me.

Not even trying to be funny here. I'm seriously sick of this structured environment SHIT. It's fucking ridiculous. Judge me as you want, but if you know me and you know my history, I think you can damn well BET I've done my time with heartache and misery. I don't need anymore.

I have also just been informed that I will be out on my own after the first of next year. Parents are "Sick of my shit", ha. So no more car is basically what that means...or much "fun cash"....or any cute college boys....oh and no money...til I get my dream job of spit cleaning G.W.B's shoes.

Therefore, I've had enough. I'll be dropping out at the end of this semester, I'll work on finding another job from now until then.

Lata.

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If you know me or you've read some of my blogs, you probably know what I'm referring to...

Then again maybe you don't.....!!! xP

[*I went someplace really fun this Saturday. REALLY FUN. And I needed an ID to get in...got a good idea yet? Haha. Best part of it was that I went with the guy I met online...the one I was talking about in the last post.]

Tragically, though, I must admit something: Yet again, I neglected to rape him. I'm slightly disgusted with myself now. Numerous opportunities presented themselves, too. =[

I saw a bunch of the homeless, though--educational, yet generally disturbing. There was one in a plaid jacket-type thingy--he offered me...something, though I don't remember what, the plaid kind of threw me off--who I named Slick. Then there was one that seemed to be reaching towards us either for money or for some grabbing--I call him Stretch. And then there was the one who roamed about talking to himself and yelling angrily at imaginary things. I named him Bumper. Like I say, generally disturbing.

I love outtings like that x]]]]