Pre-op

So I have surgery tomorrow. At 8AM. I have to be at the hospital at 6:30AM. I kinda hate the world right now. That's far too early. I finally got my tattoo. It's the same as the picture I uploaded on here for myself. It's a triskele. It's hot. It's on my lower back. I think I have a crush. Well, more than a crush. I really like this guy, and it's weird. I've never felt the way I feel about him about anyone else. I could fall asleep playing with his hair... oh wait, I did that. Just being near him makes me comfortable. I'm probably overdramaticizing everything. He's just another guy. I meant to read a book today... shit. I'm gonna go now and get started on that.

Today is a day

I got hammered last night. I got to hang out with Mo before he left for Chicago, and that was fun. I wish I had gotten to spend more time with him, but I'm sure I'll see him around enough if he gets a job in Indy. My Arabic final is tomorrow, and I'm getting so nervous I'm getting sick. That's just no fun. I think I'm gonna get a tattoo tomorrow. I have some extra cash (for once), so I figure what the hell; I only live once.I got a chance to read today. A real book. Not Arabic or some sort of linguistics book. A real book. Harry Potter at that, haha. I'm such a little kid underneath it all. When I was drunk last night, I got on facebook (that's so effing stupid!), and I wrote some things in a message to someone that I shouldn't have (cause of course that's what you do when you're drunk on facebook). I could kick myself, but it was kinda something I needed/wanted to say. I do things I don't have the nerve or balls to do when I'm drunk. Like dance to Madonna.Jenny's coming here Monday, and I'm psyched. I haven't seen her in far too long. I remember letting her borrow my iPod, and she'd come back from her run laughing her ass off because I left it on a really gay song, like Reach by S-Club 7. I loved spring semester with her. It was basically the most fun I've ever had in my life. So, my roommate left the cable bill in the mailbox. It's probably overdue. I'm gonna kill him cause it's in my name. I'm not gonna let his fuck ups ruin my credit score.I'm really hungry, and the song Glow by Nelly Furtado is on. Perhaps I should dance like her in her music video Promiscuous. First I need to lose a little weight so I look anorexic, tan like hell get some hooker clothes that are so tight, I can only move a little bit. Then I'll dance like her. Don't get me wrong, I love her to death. I've just seen better music videos. I think I'm gonna cook something, but I'm not sure what to make. Maybe I'll just not eat anything and get a start on dancing like Ms. Furtado.My roommate took my finger nail clippers, and this fact disturbs me. I can hear my neighbor opening and closing his cabinets. I wonder who he is. I think he's a he. I'm not really sure, but it's an educated guess. I should introduce myself if I ever see her/him. I guess maybe I shouldn't be so quick to say it's a man or a woman. I think this is enough for today.

In the beginning

So this is my first lj entry. Woo hoo. I'm almost 20 years old and I have a livejournal. I feel like I'm at an AA meeting explaining all this. Obviously it is very clear that this is my first lj entry, seeing as there are none previous to it; so, I don't need to be telling anybody that.It's funny, Jenny, you've been telling me to get one of these, and I finally do. Like 6 months after the fact. I feel like I'm not trying to reach out to anyone specific (besides appeasing Jenny), so having one of these is completely cool.I fucking hate the summer. I can't even begin to explain the copious amounts of ass this summer has blown. I just want it all to be over so I can start fall semester. I have freaking 5 days after class and work is over to do whatever the hell I want, which isn't a decent amount of time at all. I get my tonsils out on the 16th, so I'm gonna be MIA for a while... well, drugged up on some sort of pain killer would be the more fitting phrase.I'm afraid I might lose my mind fall semester. I'm taking 18 credit hours, working 20 hours a week, and I have Marching Hundred, which sucks the life out of my saturday afternoons. If I can make it through this though, I think I could probably do anything. Except spin a clay pot.There we go, brief overview of my life thus far (not really, just how things are right now), so I'm satisfied. Peace.