I have a 7 page paper due tomorrow at 2:00 pm so I did the most sensible thing I could think of when I got home from class - took a 3 hour nap. Then I watched American Idol. Then I called a bitched to my friend for 30 minutes. Then I watched the rest of the Bulls game. Then around 11:00 I thought maybe, just MAYBE I should start this goddamn paper. And here I am, 2:30 am and I'm done bitches. Am I the best bullshitter in the entire world? I'm pretty sure I am. This is quite possibly the shittiest paper I've ever written, but I don't give a fuck now because I'M DONE. I didn't even do it straight through for those 3 and a half hours. I of course had to check my email and my this stupidass blog for comments every 15 minutes because I'm a psycho. I told myself that I would be done by 3:00 because 3:00 meant that it was last-cigarette-and-beer time. Apparently that's all I really need for motivation. A nicotine addiction and a craving for beer at all times. Whatever gets the job done.
I felt kind of stupid turning to my best friend Megan for pity about this paper. I called and bitched and moaned how I had no idea how to do this paper and it had to be SEVEN PAGES LONG, oh the horror. Once I said that, she goes "Kate, guess how long the paper I'm writing has to be." I'm thinking 15, 20 or god forbid 25 pages. Not even close. She has a 45 page page due Friday. That isn't a typo. It was to be 45 FUCKING PAGES LONG. I would shoot myself in the head if I was faced with a 45 page paper. At least she's an English major and shit like that, but christ. This isn't Novel 101 she's taking, it's just a goddamn creative writing class. I'm glad I don't go to ISU.
Lately Emily has been driving me crazy. Usually nothing really bothers me about her because I can tell her to shut up if I'm crabby and all those other good things being best friends entails, but she did something last week that I still can't seem to let go of. I ran out of toothpaste on Monday, and forgot to put a new tube in the bathroom, so I used hers twice. On Tuesday night I go to brush my teeth and her toothpaste isn't in there. She fucking HID it from me underneath the bathroom sink. I couldn't believe it. I had used hers twice bitches, TWICE. It's fucking toothpaste for christ's sake. Was it really nessecary to hide it from me? I never use her stuff, even though we share a bathroom. At first I thought I was just being stupid and petty, because after all, it is just toothpaste, but that's the point. It's just fucking toothpaste. Keri and Jenn reassured me that she was just being a douche bag and I'm not just acting like a crazy person. Of course I'm a pussy and won't say anything to her, I've just been acting like a douche to her and she probably has no idea why. But I can't bring myself to tell her why. I thought I had let it go last week, but the more I think about it the madder I get. So now everything she does annoys the fuck out of me. I had just woken up from a nap today, and was watching American Idol when she came home. We both saw Constantine leave and she starts screaming about how ludacris that is that he's being sent home. Shut the fuck up bitch, I just woke up from a nap. I don't care about Constantine. I wouldn't care if my mom called and told me the dog died right now. I'm a crabby bitch when I wake up, so leave me alone. This is probably the worst example in the entire world that I'm trying to get across right now. Basically, I think the summer apart from her is something I'm really looking forward to at the moment. I'm sure I'll miss her like a banshee once I get home, but right now it's sounding pretty good. Just don't ever hide your goddamn toothpaste on me and everything will be fine.
I did talk to my mom yesterday and she said they finally paid off the mortgage on our house this month. I guess that addition we put on 10 years ago was pretty pricey. But in celebration they finally decided to get DSL at home, which I'm excited about because I'm a dork. So hopefully in a few weeks by the time I get home there'll be DSL and no more dial up. Thank god.
A few last ramblings: My sister is a whore and I love you for it lady. Please let me live vicariously through you. My brother is going to prom next Friday and unfortunately I won't be there to embarass him while they take pictures. He also got promoted to cashier at Jewel, everybody please congratulate him. I have green eyes. Just incase you were wondering. I'm broke and decieding whether to spend my last $5.00 on a pack of cigarettes or a galloon of milk. Only one more research paper to write. Anyone know anything about adopting kids from China? Save me a trip to the library, where I have 3 books that are two months overdue. I'm an awful person. But you knew that already, bitches.