"Braden's Wearing His Mistake!!!"

I'm blogging now because Jess'll kick me in the tights and I will go down if i don't. Blog, that is. School is stupid, but I did like our camping trip. Even though our class didn't really bond much, it was ok. Like school, boys are also stupid. This is not a generalization, either - it's all from unfortunate life experiences. Boys are just dumb. That is why I will not get married and instead, will just have 5 dogs. All of them girls because boy dogs have yucky boy parts.

Ashley, as of now I'm still not going to grad and I will not tell you why. Because I'm dumb. But not boy dumb, just a little dumb, with more brain cells still intact.

Mmm, here's a thought: I think it's not so much that boys are dumb and that's the reason for me never getting married, I think it's more that once I'm on my own - have my own space, own life and niche - I won't want to give up my freedom, or share it, or something like that. I can picture myself having a job I love, and having my own place (which will be spotless) and being comfortable and relaxed and being able to let my guard down. It'll be quiet except for whatever I choose to let out, and I'll be safe and have no pretenses and experience freedom like never before, and I'll read on weekends, and clean, and shop, and live and not have to impress anyone or walk on eggshells. Mostly though, I can see myself not having to walk on eggshells all the time, or having to constantly worry that I need to fix something so the family stays together, or having to make sure I'm there to protect someone from the unpredictable rampages of someone else who shall remain nameless...Also I don't want to find the WRONG guy. I hate the Freudian idea that all girls will marry their fathers (not their ACTUAL fathers, you pervs). I REFUSE TO MARRY SOMEONE LIKE MY FATHER. I don't want to do that because then escaping from my house would be all for nothing. Nope, seems much easier to me to just have 5 dogs or something.

It's after 1 a.m. now and I think the lack of sleep is getting to me but oh well. Maybe I'm actually more lucid when I haven't slept - weird. Anyway, here Jess, I've done my homework - I've blogged so please don't punish me.

"Mange de la MERDE!!!!!!!!!!!"

That's right. I said it. I'm such a bad-ass.

Feeling like poop is not particularly enjoyable. I feel like telling a few people to mange de la merde, but I shall refrain.

In other news: Ambivilance, how I loathe thee. Seriously, how are you ever gonna be able to make a decision when you feel so passionate about two completely opposite views on something? Like grad. Boo. Grad. I think I really wanna skip it. I think I will kick my own ass if I skip it. See the problem? Don't get me wrong. I think grad's great, but for me, overrated. I love dresses, but don't want one. I have a few reasons for this, but I decline to comment on those. Anyway, the point is that I hate feeling ambivilant. Sucks hard.

Also in other news: I hate Mr. S - you know who I'm talking about. I have absolutely NO respect for someone who is such an asshole. I don't even want to remember what he did. I wish I didn't have to talk to him, but since I'm a Law tutor (don't laugh) I have to keep in touch. Hmmm..."Mange de la merde, Mr. S!" Boo I hate you. No ambivilance here!