i don't want to be a spinster anymore. and i want another tattoo. i think i know what i want too. i just...have no place to put it.

and while we're at it, i want bigger boobs and a better brain too.

midterm season is quickly turning out to be really bad. three words: screwed over immeasurably. this whole school thing wasn't such a good idea. i need a contingency plan. if i had bigger boobs and, well, a nicer face and thicker hair and like, ten more inches of height and oh, some talent, i could totally just ditch san diego and run off to los angeles to become an actress/waitress. yeah...we'll just call that plan f. because there has to be at least five other back-up plans that are better than that. no, moving back in with my parents is not one of them.

okay. going back to studying now. as if that would help.