"Can't touch this." I wish I had a job. A real job. With lots of nice money floating my way. I wish and wish. If no one hires me soon, I think maybe I'll look into running my own business. (Wink. Wink.) So anyways. Here I am sitting in another class waiting for my next class because I just skipped out of my last class early. I can only take so much talk about rocks. (Minerals are sexy.) Well maybe next class won't go so bad now that I am almost really doing some work. I have a stupid thing to type up, but like usual I can bullshit. That should be my career. I could teach a class on bullshitting. BULLSHIT 101. A great class indeed. I feel kinda icky today. I don't know why. Things between M and I aren't any better. I don't know what's going on between us. I feel a barrier for some reason. She's probably mad. Mad because I have a life. Well something close to a life anyways. I kinda don't wanna see P today. What's the point? There isn't one really. He's annoying. Even more so since I know for sure he'll never be mine. How depressing. (Aww.) So moving on. I am still well BLAH about everything. Nothing seems to make much sense to me anymore. I do need to get back on my diet. Graduation will be here before I know it and BAM I'll weigh like 500 lbs by then. If I don't get a grip. I had a tight grip before. I lost it somehow. All the smoking I guess. It was bound to happen. So yeah. My entries are so repetitive. I need to ask people for ideas or something. Stories might be nice. Or some poems. Something. I can't stay shit that repeats. Especially if it's whiny shit. I am in a cursing mood today. Curse. Curse. Curse. Well I think I'll go for now and do something else until I don't feel like doing anything again. DFN.