I'm sick but I can't be assed to take care of myself.
There will be a check on my senior project when we get back and I couldn't care less about it.
I want a job, but there's no way I'm hunting in the snow.
I have chores to do, my room's a mess, and I look like a slob. Oh well. It's break.
I only applied to one school. If I don't get in I don't know what I'll do, but I'm not that worried. My dad would stop bitching, at least.
My mom never stops complaining about me. I guess it's an Asian slash Mom thing to do.
My wrists are starting to go. Oops.
I miss Ms. Donna already, and I haven't left yet. I just want to stay and live in the library and in her office forever. I want to move in when her youngest son moves out in January. It'd be more like home.
I have 4 art pieces to finish in 4 days or so. Oh well!
lazy sput is lazy.