Phone's Back On!

Got my phone back on. Why was it off you say? Someone thought it would be a practical joke to steal my charger. Here's the thing about 'practical' jokes, practical jokes are humourous because they usually consist of pranks that are either harmless or jokes that can be reversed. In my case, returning the charger. It stops being funny when you neglect to return it. It then transforms into stealing. I must admit not having a phone was kinda fun. I had it but it was dead. If people really wanted to reach me, they had to leave a message. I have a new charges now. So i can blog again. And the new semester started. Before i sign off, i want to ask, why are flags still at half mast? Are we mourning still? Are we really mourning still??? Night.

Reminisce....

Haven't posted. Haven't been sleepig, not well anyways... In my late nights up, I think back.

I miss the 90s... alot

Those were the days...

Twelve hours ago...

Dear blog, it's been over 12 hours since I've gotten sleep. It's abnormal. It's not healthy. I need help.

They're Dropping Like Flies, Roc!!!!

Boy, I picked a bad time to wake up, 3 in the AM, lemme tell you no one's around at all. Well at least I'm getting back into the normal swing of sleep. Right on time to screw it up for the new semester. Meep.

The title of this blog is they're dropping cause it's the truth. They're all going away. Things to do. People to see. Busy, busy apparently. I miss the good ol' days when people will tell ya straight out what they want. A simple 'hey' followed by a 'yay' or a 'nay.' Now it's all this, I'm a grownup crap, and 'hey, my life's going great' but 'I'm sorry yours sucks so much.'

Whatever happened to that 'lend a helping hand' phrase? "I'm sorry' What is that?!?! What is 'I'm sorry'? 'Sorry' lost its meaning ages ago. When I hear the word 'sorry,' it has nothing to do with them, it's me. How do I know it's me? Cause it's the same for everyone that I know, all behaving the same way. Now I could cry and wail like some people I know, but that just isn't me. So.. why is everyone 'sorry' for me? It's like I once heard from someone at work, I really couldn't care less -or- I couldn't be bothered. And it's true because if you really were sorry, and you didn't mean to, then you wouldn't do it. But that's the way the world works, I know. I live in it. Life doesn't suck for me, life sucks cause they're in mine. That's all. And this really applies to everyone I went out with. 'Sorry.' Same rules applies. I know what the reason is, they don't have to reassure me that everything is gonna be fine and the right one's out there just for me. Of course it is. Thank goodness it's not them. The reason is me, which apparently is detrimental to some people. This is fine. This can be fixed and I have every intention of fixing it. (If it's broke...)

In other news, just had late night dinner with the cutie (So cute!) and work before that. MMMM, what a day! All over again tomorrow. Joy. Signing off.
P.S. I'm sorry about the above, it was just a rant thing. You know how it is...

My Parts...

Ugh... From the end of the bed... I bring you a quote.... "ugh... I can't... feel... my parts... ugh" Night peoples...