laurenrocks's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- overkill. roadkill. roadrage. every time i think i'm ready to tell brian that i love him, i don't. so i think i'm definitely not ready yet. and i know he is definitely not ready to hear it. but i apparently said it quite a bit to him on friday night when i was drunk, so he knows the feeling is there. or is it? maybe i don't love him yet. i'm tired of thinking about it. OVERthinking, if you will. and you will, won't you, my bitches? in my writing class this morning i basically told my prof that the reason my group (myself included) had no idea what we were supposed to do was because she didn't explain it. AT ALL. that she threw us out there without any instruction whatsoever. i know this is higher learning, blah blah blah, but for our very first assignment, we really needed some guidance. i'm a lameass. 9:58 a.m. - 09.15.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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