well, I'm officially in Australia.

and it's RAD. however, vegimite is not rad. in fact, it's down right nasty.
i met professional regby players last night. !!!!

theend.

HAHHAHHAhAHaHHAHahahah FUCK THIs.

29 days and counting, until i'm out of this fucking hell. . .

i say fuck shoes.
and school.

omfg. thank god today is friday. if it wasnt. i would be going postal in a few minutes.
;lfhal;ef !!!!

some days are better than others.
and today was horrible. work was insane. and i got out 1.5hrs late, only to go back in a few for a metting.
as there was a line out the door, and i was thinking to myself - 'how could this get any worse?' CHRISTINE FUCKING GREGOIRE comes up to get some assclown coffee order in her Polo woven navy vest and eddie bauer jeans.

fuck this. i quit.

that was hott.

i just got ass raped by my law exam. yup. definately hott. with 2 t's.

fuuuuck.

my sister told me a very funny joke as i was driving to GUSTER on tuesday:

why dont republicans use bookmarks?

. . they just bend over pages instead.



HAHaHAHHAHhAhAHAHhA i lauuuuggghhh.

ugh. can today be tomorrow at this time? ktnx.

i will not lie to you. today is a very busy day. 7am wake up. class 8-9(55). skip class from 9-955. write paper from 9-1120. run home. get ready 1120-1140. class 1150-135. (now!) babysit 3-530. drive to seattle 530 :( until forever. but then GUSTERRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

and in both of my classes today - i got my first exams back. and guess what? I KICKED BUTT. 62/63 on OB. and 95/100 on financial. uhhhhhhh hellz yaaaaa.

what a good day! <3!

i mean, really. who pre-funks a kelly clarkson concert at 7pm when they have to wake up at 630am the next morning?

oh, thats right. me and my tight friends.


fuuuuuuck. off to work, again. .

and in case you didnt know, i fucking hate hospitals. thanks.

isnt it weird how your emotional well being totally affects your physical well being? i would enjoy reading studies done on this subject. i mean, how is it honestly possible that because i am emotionally upset that i have no appetite? have lost all ability to deny myself of sleep? and have a constant headache and back ache? amazing, really.

well. it is true. i now own a pair of seven for all man kind jeans.
they need to be hemmed. but minor details. also, it is 7:09, and i am contemplating going to bed because no one is home and i'm bored.

kthnx.

ever since i was a little girl, my family has always believed that things come in threes. let it be bad luck, deaths, good luck or babies. threes.
who will be the third to go?

do you know what i love more than anything, in the whole entire world?

being sick
crying
crying about someone who is nothing to me
crying about someone who is everything
being sick, crying, and babysitting. all at the same time.
puking up tunafish sandwiches
dogs that pee on carpets
working for 13 hours

/sarcasm
i hate that i only use lj when i feel like the downward spiral has no end. i'm almost ready to be done with it all. i'm almost ready to say goodbye. my patience is worn. my time is limited. oh, fragmented sentences. i love you.

why doesnt /crying work?

welp. i am now gainfully employed at Nordstrom ebar at tacoma.
we'll see how long the 3 jobs thing lasts :)
but, w00t. 20%off. uhhh trouble?

ps. my hand sucks !

lately ive been pissed off at life. you know - the usual routine. i feel worthless. and obese. and after sitting all day, and shoving my face, my self morale is anything but high. i just want to sleep all day because i dont really like talking with people, and my dreams let me escape the reality of me sleeping my summer away. haha. i'm so lame. this is me. complaining, yet again. i think i will go to work now. pretend to be something of anything, and come home and pass out.

oh geez. i hate lj. it's like - you want to update with all of this 'stuff' you have going on, but for the sake of people's feelings you must refrain. im tired. im sick. im doubtful. im depressed.
oh, yeah. im a drama queen too. i guess.
thanks for listening.

-britt.