Thursday, July 15, 2004

bed head hair and a sad excuse for pajamas.

itunes is spinning: Taking Back Sunday - "New American Classic"

you've got to get better it's all in your head
we could live through these letters or forget it all together
see the months they don't matter it's the days I can't take
when the hours move to minutes and I'm seconds away

just ask the question come untie the knot
say you won't care say you won't care
retrace the steps as if we forgot
say you won't care say you won't care
we tried to avoid it but there's not a doubt
and there's one thing I can do nothing about

when all that you need is just a reaction
it's too much to ask for when there's no attraction anymore
when chasing our dreams is just a distraction
i want to remember when I know that I can't go back


so at i sit here at six-fourty-four am, there is ONE minute before i can officially login to ROSI to start my registering for another fun year at utm AHHH time to register.

welps, i managed to get the courses i wanted all except for one downtown course that i wanted THE MOST, but its not quite yet our registration time yet, so booourns. and it seems like the class is full anyways but it was the one art history class in the whole wide world of academic history that i actually WANTED to take for my own pure interest too bad the class was called "Fashion, Culture and Consumption" how perfect. *sigh. i still have hope though. i'm still looking for a few credits to take but it seems that i have to wait till the second registration period. yay. the school gods seem to make my schedule this year a lot less painful to deal with thank god, but it still doesn't mean that it's filled with naptimes and playtimes. but at least i only have one class that runs till nine on monday, the rest of the days i finish pretty early with like one class a day. but no days off. screwed again.

in other news i'm sooooooo tired and i have an oral presentation due on this article today. i hate stuff like this, my lack of interest in the area only further fuels to my procrastination on the whole assignment itself.

at least i can look forward to a fun day, seems like i'll be painting the downtown core of toronto bright pink alongside with my packster the Mc-Lo and the mcdonald. the sounds of it is that we'll be hitting up a corona party. me likeys the sounds of that. can't wait can't wait can't wait. t minus a jagabillllllion hours left to go. tear.

it's seven-o-nine: and i'm about to go back to sleep. there is a god. gotta go replenish the juicy-ness.

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