I have all these feelings building inside of me, yet when i type them or wish to type them, I'm grappling for the feelings and text that kept me up all night.

I partied last night: i didnt really get approached to much.. I guess some days r my day. some days r not.....Im also feeling as though Pretty boys are not for me.. They know they're cute, all the girls are breaking their necks, and bending over to dance with them. When you do try your luck with one of these dudes, they either have no personality, cause they never had to try... OR. they think your lame because your not acting all V.I.P. you get me? I'll have the semi-cute, not steryotypically good looking guy any day.. If he had the personality to back it up.

Shakespeare: My shakespearean class sucked ass. I didnt really do the reading.. bUt in my defense it was day two, i just got my book, and he never told us what to read up to. So WTH. yeah, it was classic embarassment . My professor has us stand up, and tell the class about a portion of the story and dissect it and shit. Whereas im up there mumbling and bumbing.... it hurt so bad.