Condoms and boobies

I'm really tired. I don't know why, or exactly what I'm tired of. Just, ugh, everything is really annoting at the moment. Even spending time with my family seems like a burden. "Oh, I'd be doing homework," I say as they convince me to stay a while longer. And why can I feel so bad about my folks? I love them, they love me, it's pretty platonic. But for some reason whenever I'm with them it seems like a complete and utter waste of time. But I'm sure that has to do with actually being in college, finding your roots, discovering yourself, yadda yadda yadda.

Got some cheap shorts at Wal mart yesterday. Turns out they were clearanced at 3 bucks. Sure, they're made cheap and are thin, but that's what plus sized summer shorts are supposed to be. Then, after getting home, I found that my pocket had its own little pocket inside. "Hey! I can put my loose change in this pocket I found!" I proclaim.

"Oh no," my mom says. "That pocket's for condoms."

........................wait, wha? Condoms? What on earth is she talking about? It just felt really awkward. Not that I have a need to even think about buying them or anythig like that (or ever had an actual reason for that matter...) but it sounds weird when your mom blabs about condoms. that's all. I don;t know if she was trying to allude to anything, but it was just weird.

I think I'm gonna sign up for two gen ed art clases next semester and then I'll drop the one I don't like. It's down to Poetry once a week at 5-830 or rock history thrice a week at 1000 hours. Giggles, if you read this, yoiu still wanna try and sign up for at least A class together? I'm open to most anything, except dance. The line has to be drawn somewhere.

But now I'm back at Sky view, my folks are alone, and I still haven't done one single piece of homewokr this weekend. But lots and lots of movies are nice. Corpse bride, Anchorman, and the one I had to view for English, Death and the Maiden (so named from the Schubert piece that is a key part of the plot.) Elise, if you're up to date on your Argentinian history and string quartet pieces, you might like this. Except it shows Sigourney Weaver's boobies.