The people of Haiti think I'm satan.

I've decided to list the 4 reasons why i know for a fact the people of Haiti who work at my school hate me.

1.) I asked one of them that was vacuuming our hall to give me an arm massage and extended my arm, he stared at me and kept vacuuming... i would have settled for a simple hand massage.

2.) The lady that was cleaning our bathroom was going about her day, and then i offered her $5 to clean my room and she started yelling that it wasn't her job to clean my room. Bitch. My room is part of this school.

3.) I fell asleep in the library and awoke to a scary haitian staring at me and giving me devil looks! it was like a scene out of Rosemarys baby! I felt like I was Mia Farrow and had to protect my nonexistent child...

4.) I went to the cafeteria because I had lost my ID and the bitch started yelling at me to leave, that they were closed for lunch and wouldnt let me get a word in so I had to yell BITCH I LOST MY ID! I DONT WANT DAMN FOOD! and then she kept yelling. My ID ended up being in my room.

Point is, natural disasters make people bitter. Hey I had to live with George W Bush in office for 8 years. FUCKING DEAL!

I'm sick. Oh and those damn everglades!

So, I'm severely sick... I feel like I'm dying. Half the people at my school have the same thing I do. I want to quit smoking too, but I am waiting awhile. My quit date is March 20th. I'm moving back away from here in December. I need some time away from my life, and I need to experience different things, and I need money, and I need a car. I'm moving to the beautiful Portland, Oregon next summer. I'm trying to stay on top of my classes, it's hard. I'm trying to keep straight a's, that's harder. I can do it, and I am doing it, i'm just saying... it's hard. Regardless were all entitled to bitch every once in awhile. I plan on going to the everglades this weekend to camp with some friends and CROC HUNT!!!!!!!! or alligator actually... they don't have crocodiles here... same thing though, right? The song of my life right now is Modest Mouse "Custom Concern". I'm thinking about getting the lyrics tattoo'd on my body. It describes my life right now. Anyways, heres some beautiful pictures that I did not take, but I felt compelled to show ya'll since it is what my future beholds.

DIE PIGS DIE!

I was leaving a party when a cop attempted to breathalize me. I called him a twat, and he asked if I had been using drugs. He made the cab driver I had called wait forever, while he breathalized me. I explained to him that I don't drink or use drugs, and he scoffed. I then when on a long rant about how some grandmother down the road was probably being raped, or killed, or cooking up some meth, and he should be more concerned with that then wasting my fucking time. He was not amused. I told him he should pay the cab fare that had accumulated while the driver waited for me to be breathalized. Now this he was amused by. He asked me if there were people drinking inside. I told him no, but that he was welcome to go and waste everyone else's time like he did mine. He told me a "sassy attitude like that wont get you very far." I got in the cab and we proceeded to leave. I flipped him off as the cab pulled away and for a second he acted like he was going to do something, but i knew his big fat lazy ass wouldnt get into his pathetic squad car and pull over the cab just so he could get some more of my "sassy attitude". He can suck my big fat sassy dick. I hate the popo. My night blew. I need to wake up early and type a psych paper so I can go to the beach in the afternoon.

10 hours

10 hours of schoolwork. Nothing is accomplished. Too much too do. Must become gypsy soon.

Donating plasma and the fucking weather.

It's beautiful outside. It's always beautiful outside here. I don't know how to force myself to stay inside and type an essay, and if I take my laptop outside, I know I will be distracted. I have an hour before my next class and I desperately need to start typing this paper, go to class, and then donate plasma so I have money to go to the bahamas on Saturday! My neighbor is blasting Edit "certified air raid material". It's overpowering my Zeppelin "No Quarter". I need some goddamn boss headphones. That will take a bit more than donating some plasma... maybe ill donate bone marrow this week.