Current location:	North of Wall St.
Current mood:	complacent
Current music:	Fall in Love(Eric Kupper mix)- Tortured Soul

School Daze (I just want you to fall in love with me)
 I am coming home in 3 days.  Against all better judgment, I have already set numerous goals for myself. And I will feel bad when I don't complete them. I got a B in economics...and you don't know how happy I am about that, because by right it should be a C. I hate school so freakin' much, and I just want college to end. I don't know what I plan on doing with my life, and that doesn't bother me. Because it shouldn't. I just want to hurry up and get to the big scary unknown. Because what I do know is that I have no desire to do this and I have no desire to go to graduate school, and that I can't think of a single thing that I enjoy enough to make a career out of (clearly, its not grammar). 

All I want:
1. My bed (always and forever, my bed)
2. Bobbles (good old Bobbles)
3. Kick Brandon's ass in Scrabble, (I'd settle for just kicking his ass, but the scrabble aspect is a pride thing)
4. Reread LOTR and the Hobbit
5. Black Cole Haan Fiona pumps
6. Food processor

And that's pretty much it. I don't care about Christmas anymore. I have completely lost that lovin' feelin'. Don't miss it. Whatever. it's my fault, so I deserve it. 

And as a heads up, the wire (final season, *tear*,) starts jan 6th. That means, sunday nights 9-10 don't ask me for shit. 

poltics final tomorrow and psych on thursday. time to fake study so i can at least act like i tried to apply myself.

"you might be afraid, but there's no need to be"