When there's nothing left to do...

So I've been in school for three weeks now, which means about 12 weeks to go. Too bad this semester doesn't count for shit. Oh well. So far, I learned grammar excercises that I should have learned in high fucking school. So it's safe to say that I am very fucking bored in class all the time. After drinking a Red Bull, ADD kicks in really bad and I just fidget the whole time, all 3 fucking hours of class ever monday and wednesday night. And that's after being here at work for 8 fucking hours.

Fuck, I don't get pain enough for this shit...

So for some strange reason I wanna go clothes shopping, even though it's not really in the budget. I just look at clothes online and see some stuff that might actually fit my fat ass now. God, so spoiled now. Frankie is such an evil influence on me when it comes to clothes. I used to hate shopping, but now I LOVE IT. Well, let me amend that: I hate the people in the stores but I love the buying nice things part of it. God, I'm spazzing now...

Oh well, that ate up about 5 minutes, got about an hour and a half left of work. JOY!