I Wonder Who Reads This Thing I want to know but I dont. I just found out that someone from my Johns Hopkins Summer Scholars days reads this page sometimes. How very cool/strange is that? Hey Lauren:) I really dont want to know who reads. It was bad enough when I found out the pinkslip's dad had a peek, then my dad, then my mum and both my sisters. What the hell is a girl to write about now? Talk about censorship:) Im Home I got in and tried to party. You know me, always down for some fun. But Xtreme was burst and I just wasnt feeling like getting squished. So I was all dressed up with nowhere to go. And it really wasnt a problem. I want as much of a stress free life as possible. Even if it means going to bed early on a Friday night. As the potcake says, thats where my butt is supposed to be anyways:)
The vampire is gorgeous. Its good to be home. Now for some BBQ pigtails and the beach and my life is complete.
Have Good News & Bad News This blog is really only for those who care how my day went, cause i talk about some mundane things
bad news first. I failed the stupid exam, just like i thought. by one point but its a fail all the same. im not as torn up about it as i expected to be.
good news... I got another A. Yeah me! And my presentation on wednesday went well. I'll be home soon.
random... Im this close to giving up on men....period! I swear they're a waste of time. God cursed me when he gave me hormones
Im coming home on Saturday. I wanted to make the most of my weekend in Barbados. BUT now Ive thought about it and Im not feeling "people" right now. i wanted to drink and dance the night away but I realise that I might have to endure situations that Id really rather not.
Im so tired of humans. I need Rory to build me a robot. A robot that wont disappoint me, lie to me, desert me, annoy me... Just a nice robot to keep my company and do what i ask him to do.
Ive been in trinidad too long. my wanderlust is eating me up. I need a change of scenery. meet new people, do new things....
Personal Garbage Sorter In Trinidad, I live in the equivalent of Compton. Break-ins, muggings and attempted kidnappings..... commonplace. Well for the past 2 nights between 3am and 5am Ive been hearing my gate open and someone start messing with the garbage. He/she/nightcrawler beast thing goes through each bag. I dont know what he's looking for. BUT, although it scares me that someone could be mere feet away from my bedroom window Im not that fazed. Im not going to let some crazy freak run me from my place. I love it. Hot room, cold water, black & white TV....its mine. I just have to sleep with something to cut his frickin' fingers off the day the garbage isnt enough for him to caress.
Estrogen Intoxication and the marriage thing... i dont know what the hell i was thinking. School first... :) But im hoping someone snatches me up as soon as i graduate.
Happy Belated To My Little Sister Soon im going to have to start calling her my younger sister...but not quite yet.
Movies By Myself AGAIN! This always gets me in a mood. I dunno why. But they were decent movies. In The Cut was HOT!! wish i had someone to come home to! lordy
ive been thinking and i hate the way i relate to men....well males. Its a very unhealthy relationship... always. Ive had enough of them. Well except one. If he was to ask me to marry him tomorrow, Id say yes in a heartbeat.
anyways. exam tomorrow and guess who's going to mash it up. Nothing like the fear of failure to inspire.
