~*30 Unmotivated

I can’t seem to get any work done.  It’s so bad. 
Today I got up around 11 and did a little work before my only class at 3pm.  Dana has the illness I had.  I hate being around people when they’re sick because they complain about it every 2 seconds like you can’t remember that they’re sick.  I think that’s the same for almost anyone though.  They always complain about being sick and can’t stand it when someone else does it.  I do it.  Debbie made fun of her for complaining, and she’s one of the biggest hypochondriacs I know. 
I stole more pot from Debbie today.  It’s really becoming a bad habit.  I do it nearly everyday, and I have to live with her.  I think she caught on to us swiping her roaches because She always takes them upstairs now.
Lisa B. from highschool is now a divorced stripper who snorts cocaine off of her stripper friends.  It’s so weird how much people change.  I wonder if I’ve become a better person or a worse person since highschool.  I’ve definately upgraded my friends since then but maybe it’s my new bad qualities (aka binge drinking, swearing, smoking,drug taking, loud-mouth) that attracts them more than my improved qualities (better appreciation for knowledge and engaging in conversations with educated people rather than making joke with stupid girls all the time). 
I think I am going home on Wednesday now.  Spending Valetine’s Day on a bus…  I don’t think my brother, Parker, is going to come home from college to see me though.  He lives 45 minutes from home, but he just went back the other weekend to go to his friend’s dad’s funeral.  This will be the first weekend I’ve gone home, and he wasn’t there.  I think he may come to my school in a few weeks though.
My roommate just found out they’re going to have to put her horse to sleep because it has cancer.  I’m scared she’s going to have a mental breakdown.  Freshman year her boyfriend felt bad for this girl who’d had a rough life and decided to be nice and hang out with her sometimes, but could not stand her and thought she was ugly, and Sara locked herself in her room and pasted Post-It notes all over her room with sayings like, "No more junk food!" or "You are going to be OK!"  She’s the most sensitive person I have ever met.  She was a cutter in highschool.  Sometimes I feel like I chose my friends because they are exaggerations on segments of myself.  Dana is my humorous, dirty, wasted side while Sara’s the sensitive side, Debbie is the bitchy side, and Allison is the scholarly, I can’t keep doing to myself every weekend side.
I feel like I try so hard for people to think I am smart, and I’m not quite sure if I pull it off. (no rude comments please these entries are just a stream of consciousness after a day in the life of a bored college girl)