clive's pants and other things

2008-08-27

I am tired. But that's nothing new. Right?

School is so freak'n tiring. I know I should love it. I want to. But its like this feeling of someone choking you and you can barely move from one class to the next.

Yawn.

And work. Oh, the joy of putting books away. NOT. Don't believe a librian when they tell you they love the smell of books.

And Josh. Oh Josh. That dang car of his. He's so serious about it. Which I know, its great. I'm glad you love your car. Probably more than me.

Then he can be such a baby about things too. He and his mother. And I'm always suppose to be on his side, which might not always be a good thing. You know.

So thats my boring life.

And I can't give Clive's pants away. I just can't. I know he's not the best person in the world and he's done some things. I'm not ever going to go out with him ever. I just have to hang on to those pants.

Luckily, Josh thinks they are my pants so why make a big deal out of it, right?

There just in the back of my closet somewhere, anyway.

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