Fuck man, I hate men. Well not all men. But I hate men that talk to you while starring at your tits. Fack. It so makes me wish that I didn't even have boobs. Like c'mon. And I could tell this older dude just kept thinking of any stupid bullshit to say to keep me talking. But what I'm I supposed to say? Hey you! stop fucking starring at me. >? I dunno. In reality I was just like, alright well I have to go to the washroom. BUt it really pisses me off.
Anyways...
Last night was pretty retarded. I hate fighting/arguing/whatever with people that you love. It's never worth it in the end. But there must be a way to discuss things properly without pissing off either person.
The new place is coming along. But we still have WAAAY too much stuff. it's kinda crammed in there. Hopefully we'll figure it out. It's kool having a dog and a cat though. It's also really wicked having a fireplace.
I told myself I would spend this morning doing homework if I didn't have kids here... so I guess I should get to that. I'm really not into school anymore. Like I've had enough of this semester and I'm down for a break. Good thing I have no real papers left. Only Multiple Choices exams and generally I kick ass at those. Two more weeks...