ending

So this blog seems to now be lucky if it can get one post a month and it used to be everyday sometimes multiple times a day.
If anyone still reads this Diedre is really to blame, she keeps asking me to post in here, which is kind of odd cuz it generally makes less for us to talk about since anything I would have had is now here. I mean there is stuff to say, but most of its bio related, chess related, whiny to much work related, some apo related, whiny oh god all of my organizations are failing simeoutaneously, or somthing I lost.
and I'm pretty sure noone cares to really hear any of that, so. . . yeah
This year is ending, and hopefully not my relationship with Diedre she scares the hell out of me sometimes. I really do love her, I really really do.
I spend half of my time freaking out worrying about her, for different reasons mostly not actual like oh no are you hurt, but more of a oh I can't wait to get out of class and oh god I'm out longer than I said, and ohh god she'll kill me when she hears this.

umm. . . .
I've decided my lifestyle isn't really possible to do
and that I"m stupid enough to not care
and not sure i would trade it if I could


and sitting here in the computer lab, I wasnt to smack people over hearing they're conversations, I will never understand how anyone can be so blatantly ass holish and just not care.

I'm aggreeing more and more and more with Ansa even though she was claiming it was her problem with meeting new people for relationships, that everyone who can be trusted or is even worth knowing I already know.

My tolerance of people is dropping, about half the people that aren't earning themselves question marks in my head are graduating.
Diedre's a mile away, and by a mile I mean 200 miles 3 hours, and more gas money than I have.

ohh I was complimented or told somthing I took as a compliment.
I was told I work more jobs than anyone else and actually do them, like there are people on campus that have more jobs, but they don't actually work them most of the time.
This was told to me by the lady who I give my signed time sheet to, when I don't sign it on time.

I really need summer to come around so then I can be frustrated about not being able to have my summer, and the realization of the number of friends I will never see again, instead of just that soon they'll disapear and grades and distance and everything else I mentioned at the top.
OK I think Im' done bitching for now.

Ok so this post is now ending and for your quote "I don't care" I'm not sure what else will end when where or why, and with the mounting violence and everything else going to hell, I really am losing any bit of care for anything.