panera bread.

clearly i am in the saugus panera bread right now. with my ghetto laptop. updating my live journal?

my logic is...i have work this morning from 10-2. then i have a break before work at 4:30. sooo i can either drive home. get there at 2:30. sit online for a little under an hour and a half and have to drive ronnie to work haha. and then leave for work at quarter to four. OR i can bring the lappy top with me and sit in panera. eat soup with a delicious baguette and sit online for, like, two hours. and here i am.

that was so pointless to explain.

i really dont like sitting here having all sorts of people knowing my internet haibts. which, i admit, can be embarassing at times. im so tempted to look at everyones away message/info...but then id look strange. which i probably do anyway because im sitting in panera on livejournal.com. and i looked at facebook and left comments. wow. just wow.

there was a wicked strange man behind me talking to me. i did not like it. actually i did.

soo let me update something relevant. i went to my first celtics game monday night! woo! i went with mike and matt. and we took lots of needless action shots. and i hate chris andersen of the new orleans hornets with an undying passion. he moves...like he is swimming. and he was like yelling at the audience. and i could hear this because we bought $10 balcony seats and did not even go to those but went straight for the seats right behind the floor seats...which go for $300ish. but apparently no one should ever pay $300 for celtics tickets so we didnt feel bad.

yeah. i did not do much else this week besides sleep because school is already killing me. i go monday wednesday and friday only from 8:30-12:20. its a long day but i loveee only going three days and only having to wake up for school three days a week. i have changed my schedule like 15 times. my statistics teacher could not say "statistics" so i dropped that. and i dropped spanish because i do not want to take spanish right now. its way too annoying and everyone in that class sucked. so now it looks like thus:

8:30-9:20 : Philosophy; moral & social problems
9:30-10:20 : Criminal justice; criminology
10:30-11:20 : Anthropology; Revolutions
11:30-12:20 : Economic Geography

yeah. my philosophy teacher is a nice guy but kinda gerry sullivan-ish. except way less pathetic. and he use the word cumbersome in casual conversation on the first day. my criminology teacher is large and african american and he walks with a cane and he gave us his cell and told us to "holla at him" and "hit him up" and he told us how he got pulled over in his lexus and stuff. and i have not met the other two teachers yet becausr i just dropped spanish and math while in panera.

and im downloading dem franchise boyz like its my job.

this is kinda sad.

what elseeeeeeeeeee.

i am currently accepting applications from young men who would like to take me out on valentines day. just throwing that out there. because clearly lots of decent young men read my el jay and are going to fill out an application. CLEARLY.

last valentines day...i think i watched like game shows at jimmys house. and then santo gave me chocolates. and none of that will even come close to happening this year. so strange how everything is so different.

whatever. last year i was also a mess. and i think i have things more pulled together this year. i beat myself up because of scummy boiyyez who used me. bastards. none of that this year. i actually have self respect now. wow.

anddd i still have my scholarship. i need a 3.2 this semester, definitly. but i can do it. ill actually do work this semester. i need my free college because i am not trying to pay for that shiiizzz.

this is random. im going to stop and order books with daddys visaaa. muhahaha. i love being back home. because last spring semester...i was a complete mess. i didnt have any books. i dont even think i was registered at this point. but its ok because i just ended up going to class like twice and dropping out.

but its cool. really.

i just said id stop. so this is me stopping.