This is it,

it's over now.

All is lost, all is

forgotten.

In this place we've made,

the light seeps from your

bones.

Pour your soul into me,

give me all of your dreams.

It's over now,

sleep peacefully, when you wake

I hope you never find me.

I am at work and it doesn't suck so I guess it sucks to be you huh? And guess what?? I just spent thirty minutes writing a four paragraph entry just to loose it ramdomly. So now you're getting the short version with a tad more snark? Problem? Thought so, my work study job is simple and I'm allowed to do whatever here as long as I take the log and answer the phone.

It's the first half of the semester and I've only stumbled a little bit. I'm getting B's and A's galore so fuck all of you who bitch about school. I'm paying good fucking money to be here and i'll be damn if i let myself fall behind or fail. Fuck That! Failure is not an option.

Have a cheap cell now that a friend is paying for me when the minutes are low. It's a shitty 20 cents per minute of talk/text bull but im grateful. Now I can talk to him and my mum, everyone else can reach me through fucking facebook. 

So I have yet to learn to just wear t shirts. It's September and still 70-80 degrees and I'm sitting here in class sporting a black long sleeve, with strategically placed holes in the shoulders and along my elbows. Holes be damned I'm sweating my non existent balls off! Chugging warm coffee does little to help, the heated drink just jacks up my body temperature; I love coffee to much not to drink it. The cafeteria really should serve iced coffee. Perhaps I should mention it to the management not as a criticism but a simple suggestion from a student...who needs her java fix.