-flops onto my pillow pile-

Oh man. I am going to be so dead.

Why is you dieing?

I have a shit load of papers to be working on. All seem to be at between 7-15 pages.

damn that blows

Ugh! Term papers -- the bane of college existence.

*Flops on pillow pile.*

I need a rest after all that getting up early every weekday for my (now finished) seasonal cookie packing job.

Yeah. -Sighs laying down.-

I need to start those papers.

i wish i had a job

Ren. . . I thought you got one?

um no? idk who told you such things

*falls onto pillow* Man tomorrow will be hell crunch just scored 5 goals so free grandslams for people who went x.x

lol hah! i mean that sucks.

I need a job myself, Renata. :(

lol it's ok and grah my dad infuriates me he tells me about jobs but only jobs that deal with food. He knows i dont really want a job through food but refuses to tell me anything else job wise.

Sometimes you have to take the job you get.
In the current time, beggars cant be choosers.
The thing's I've done for my job would probably shock everyone here, etc. But a job is a job.