It's just an isolated incident.

Bad news, everyone. The God of Fuck has become endearing. How could I let this happen? I'm not in love with him and I never will be, but all of the things...well most of the things that he did that aggravated me, I know think are a little bit cute. Kind of. I mean, maybe I'm just used to it. But he's fucking hot. And he's a movie star, hah. He was a cadet in Annopolis and he was a football player(?) in Invincible. I mean, come on. And he helped me do my laundry, and washed some of my dishes. And went with to me GNC so I could buy all sorts of vitamins and things. I almost like, want to see him. Shit. All of those justifications I just made for him are oozing with insecurity and disbelief. Naw, fuck it. He's really, really good in the sack. And he's nice. Usually I have a few more requirements for a possible partner, but I'm no where near close to fucking trying to find a boyfriend. It's nice to way up to someone, even if he doesn't love you and you don't love him and you're both just kind of using each other for different reasons.
Anywho. I skipped math class again to go smoke pot with my friends. I don't really feel sad or anything because school had me so fucked up today and I wanted nothing better to do than get high and go home. I was up all last night doing work for school; studying for a huge music prelim, practicing and trying to memorize a 20 minute speech, writing three papers, and studying for that make up math test. So I go in to school, ready to give my speech and the fucking prof. doesn't even show up. Bullshit! So then I go take, and fail miserably, my music test. Then, in fucking education class I am so pissed off about all of the other annoying shit that's going on, and the professor (who I fucking detest) told us we have to wait for this guest speaker to come in. We wait for like 10 minutes and my class is so bad and everyone was trying just leave...it was ridiculous. So when this lady, our "guest speaker" comes in the door, the prof. just picks up her brief case and peaces out. So it turns out, this lady wasn't a guest speaker at all, but a teacher evaluation proctor. So we had to stay an extra 15 minutes in this class filling out the evaluation, and all I wanted to be doing was smoking weed. Needless to say, that prof. did NOT get very good ratings from me. (Shit, I just typed that whole story out how I would literally say it. Practically one breath. lmao.)
I think I might be too high to do this. Maybe I'll give GOF a call and I'll catch up later.