FrankenFreud

So... I did stuff today. 

I know you don't think I do anything anymore... since I'm in teacher's college and have no life. Well you're wrong! ... okay, you're right, but it's not my fault!

All of my friends live out of town at the moment. And one of them is plotting to leave the country. I can't hang out with people if they aren't here. Although, I haven't seen my grandma in a while... Beside the point!

Whatever. I wouldn't even have time to hang out. Between grading and procrastinating and writing lessons and procrastinating and sleeping and procrastinating. Where do I fit people into that schedule! Tell me that!

No, I don't want ice cream as a comfort food. I want it because it tastes good! So what if I spent today in my room alternating between grading and watching Are You There, Chelsea? on my computer. You know what would have made that better? Ice cream. Maybe I'll pick some up after school tomorrow... that would be good motivation.  I mean- yeah.

Freud: Lauren, who are you talking to?

Lauren: BLAH! Where the hell did you come from?! I thought I got bored of writing you last season! Can I call years on my blog seasons? I certainly have episodes...

Freud: Yah, you did. Don't remind me. But, apparently you heve gotten so bored that you are resurrecting ideas from your past. I must ask you, how does zis make you feel?

Lauren: I don't know. I feel kind of floopy. Scattered. Like I want to chase a butterfly around a field of wild flowers. 

Freud surprised: Really?

Lauren: No, of course not! I'm bored not insane! Though, I'll admit that the line is becoming increasingly fine...

Freud annoyed: Indeed. Vhy do you sink you resurrected me?

Lauren: Honestly, I have no idea. I didn't know what to write about. You kind of popped into my head and voila! We're having a tête-à-tête. Pun intended. 

Freud: I wonder why I never diagnosed you before. This is a clear case of penis envy.

Lauren: You cannot be serious about that crap!

Freud: Of course not! DO YOU SEE HOW IT FEELS!? SINK ABOUT ZHAT NEXT TIME YOU DECIDE TO BE AN ASS! storms off

Lauren: I see why I got rid of him...

Are you getting the impression that today was a slow day?

On to tomorrow!

Lauren.