Post by olesya on Dec 7, 2008 7:43:38 GMT -8
Hahahhahahahahahahahah,,,, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH.
ALL I WANTED WAS SOME FUCKING FRENCH TOAST STICKS!
I DIDN'T WALK CLEAR ACROSS CAMPUS AT TEN IN THE MORNING AFTER BEING WOKEN UP BY MY NEIGHBORS FUCKING SKIPPING 90'S MUSIC TO BE TOLD THAT THE FUCKING OTHER HALF OF THE DINING HALL OPENS THREE FUCKING HOURS AFTER THE FIRST HALF. (BECAUSE THAT MAKES SENSE) AND THAT THAT HALF OF THE DINING HALL HAS THE ACTUAL BRUNCH FOOD, WHEREAS THE ONE THAT I WENT AND PAID A FUCKING MEAL FOR HAS JUST FRUIT AND DRY (AND PROBABLY STALE) CEREAL. AND NO I WAS NOT GOING TO WAIT FOR AN HOUR FOR IT TO OPEN, BECAUSE THE FUCKING SIGN SAID THAT THERE WERE REGULAR HOURS, AND IM SORRY, BUT THE WEBSITE SAYS YOURE OPEN AT TEN. TEN O'CLOCK AM, BITCHES.
AND THEN. AND THEN! WALKING ALL THE WAY BACK ACROSS CAMPUS WITH A FUCKING PLATE OF FRUIT AND GET BACK TO MY DORM AND SET IT DOWN ON MY DESK AND WALK OVER TO GET A FORK AND BOOM.
B-FUCKING-OOM.
MY BOOKS FALL FROM THE UPPER PART OF MY DESK ONTO THE PLATE AND SEND IT FLYING TO THE FLOOR. THE FUCKING PLATE OF FRUIT I DIDNT WANT ANYWAY BECAUSE I WANTED FUCKING FRENCH TOAST STICKS!
SO NOW, AFTER ALL THAT, I HAVE NOTHING TO EAT. AND MY FLOOR IS STICKY.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
And to think I fantasized about throwing the damn plate against the fucking neighbor's door. Silly me.
ALL I WANTED WAS SOME FUCKING FRENCH TOAST STICKS!
I DIDN'T WALK CLEAR ACROSS CAMPUS AT TEN IN THE MORNING AFTER BEING WOKEN UP BY MY NEIGHBORS FUCKING SKIPPING 90'S MUSIC TO BE TOLD THAT THE FUCKING OTHER HALF OF THE DINING HALL OPENS THREE FUCKING HOURS AFTER THE FIRST HALF. (BECAUSE THAT MAKES SENSE) AND THAT THAT HALF OF THE DINING HALL HAS THE ACTUAL BRUNCH FOOD, WHEREAS THE ONE THAT I WENT AND PAID A FUCKING MEAL FOR HAS JUST FRUIT AND DRY (AND PROBABLY STALE) CEREAL. AND NO I WAS NOT GOING TO WAIT FOR AN HOUR FOR IT TO OPEN, BECAUSE THE FUCKING SIGN SAID THAT THERE WERE REGULAR HOURS, AND IM SORRY, BUT THE WEBSITE SAYS YOURE OPEN AT TEN. TEN O'CLOCK AM, BITCHES.
AND THEN. AND THEN! WALKING ALL THE WAY BACK ACROSS CAMPUS WITH A FUCKING PLATE OF FRUIT AND GET BACK TO MY DORM AND SET IT DOWN ON MY DESK AND WALK OVER TO GET A FORK AND BOOM.
B-FUCKING-OOM.
MY BOOKS FALL FROM THE UPPER PART OF MY DESK ONTO THE PLATE AND SEND IT FLYING TO THE FLOOR. THE FUCKING PLATE OF FRUIT I DIDNT WANT ANYWAY BECAUSE I WANTED FUCKING FRENCH TOAST STICKS!
SO NOW, AFTER ALL THAT, I HAVE NOTHING TO EAT. AND MY FLOOR IS STICKY.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
And to think I fantasized about throwing the damn plate against the fucking neighbor's door. Silly me.
Alllyyyyyyy