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Friday, May 06, 2005
I see ya lookin at me
like im some kind of freak
Get up outta your seat
why dont you do something?
-britney spears.
Today was the peak of my sore throat.
Ever had the feeling that the entire base of your throat was covered in dust?
That was exactly how i felt.
Boarding a bus filled with dust particles didn't help much either.
Today, as part of a god-knows-what program,
we had to go down to the officer cadet school (OCS).
Blah. Saw no real purpose for us girls going there.
Except maybe to stand on top of the huge tower and scream frantically.
Mark, our dear welfare rep, declared a class outing after the OCS trip.
It was already late seven plus bu the time we got our sweaty selves down to town.
After starving from 12-7pm, we were practically animals as we devoured our six inches/foot subway sandwiches.
There wasn't much noise on our tables except perhaps the sound of food being mashed between our teeths and slurping of our bevarages.
Yummy.
My 'in' pile has piled over the week and now i'm faced with a MASSIVE TSUNAMI of work.
Looks like my weekend will be burnt again.
imprinted at 10:46 PM
blocks of life
i`ll put pictures here
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