"ME" TIME.

I just wanna be better than good enough.

Beautiful loser.

JESSICA MOMENTS.

There's a girl in my class named Jessica, I don't know if it's because we're both Capricorns or if we're both just weird.. but I seriously think she may be at least one of the top ten funniest people I have ever met.. and because of that, I'd like to share with you, some Jessica moments.

Jessica: "I don't know Botch, maybe we should go into paramedics, because I look really good in fluorescent yellow."

Rach: *throws garbage toward garbage can but misses.*
Jessica: : "OOOH, white girl can't jump."

Jessica: "I threw away all my toe socks, my toenails just cut holes in them."

Prof: "And today we are starting Unit G."
Jessica: "G-g-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!"

Til next time.

I MIGHT LET MY CREW BANG, MY CREW DEEPER THAN WU-TANG.

Right now, I'm just trying to do my own thing. Trying to focus on myself and whatever makes me happy. I'm going places and trying to keep pushing. I'm trying to get everything back in order, because since March, everything's been all over the place. I'm organizing my life to the best of my ability. I will always remember the people who doubted me. Always. Whoever's with me is with me, who isn't, isn't.

Credentials or not. That's it.

It's the freaking weekend baby, about to have me some fun. Doot doot.

FRIDAY, FRIDAY, GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIDAY,

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IF EVER ANYONE DOUBTS YOU, KEEP GOING.

STUFF THAT HAPPENED TODAY..

I woke up at 7:45 AM. My alarm was set for 5 AM. I couldn't stop hitting the snooze. It was set for 5 AM so I could study for a final I had at 9 AM. Worst case scenario. Got stuck in traffic. A girl yelled at me, "What is your problem, bitch?!". Goodness, it's Friday, lady. Calm down. When I went to Tim Horton's to grab a coffee, a bird pooped on my arm. I walk into class at 9:20, 20 minutes late.. but eureka! I mixed my classes up, which meant my actual final was at 1:00 PM.
Ended up writing my final, with a final grade of 92%. Like a boss, that's how we do. I had a piece I had to write in another class so I went to go write it. I figured since the piece was from a Wednesday class, no one would be in the classroom. I scanned my card and entered. TO A FULL CLASS LECTURE. Oops. "Well, by the looks of it, I assume everything is going good here." I said nervously as I backed out the door. A few laughs helped the embarrassment. Headed to the lounge to kill time until that class was over and I could finally do work. "Accepted" was playing so I finished it. Not enough time was killed and the feeling of getting work done had left me and so I decided to go home. Saw a guy humping a lamp. Got a green tea frapp. These are the random details of a Friday.

New blog looking.. few glitches. I'm working on them! Xoxo.
- Botcheezy

CAMPING WITH MY FAVORITES!

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EAT EM UP FOREVER.

THE WORK HARD LONG WEEKEND FAIL.

I knew it was going to happen, you know? I mean, I knew this all on Thursday. Sure, good Botch was all, "You have the entire weekend to work, don't freak out." but bad Botch was all, "You're not going to do shit.". I have done shit. I have! I have edited a piece and sent it, and I did study. Although, all of said work was kind of a half ass attempt on doing real solid work til your eyes collapse type work.
I tell myself not to do "fun" things like partying or indulging because then I'd feel guilty for not working.. but then I do things that are still procrastinating.. like watching youtube videos. SURE, it's not as bad as going to party for five hours, but it is still five hours wasted. So, what's really right?

I'm like super tired right now and just want to sleep; except I'm not sure if I want to sleep because I'm actually tired, or if I want to sleep because I want to avoid the lengthy list of "GET SHIT DONE YOU OUT OF WACK SLORE!". Slore, I chose slore.

Good Botch is all, "Work for an hour then wake up and work all day.". Bad Botch is all, "YOU HAVE THE ENTIRE DAY TOMORROW! Go listen to that new mixtape".

I have like a bunch of e-mails from people asking me to review their tapes. I don't know when I became a mixtape connoisseur but it's something I'm slowly adjusting to. I'm not mad at the fact, I'm completely flattered by the love.. Really! My opinion matters to people! Soon I'm gonna have so many more friends than just internet friends!

Kidding. I just feel like I don't have the tools to handle everything in the timely fashion I would like to.. at this point and time anyway. That's my fault.

I went from partying every day to a full plate of tasks every day, and the transition is beyond me. I'm not even as busy as I'm making myself out to be, I could be way busier. However, the amount of busy is a little more than I'm used to and I find every excuse to take tasks from yesterday and then add them on to today. Now I sit here in yester-yester-yester-yester-yesterday's tasks, and yo. I want to shove all of them to tomorrow.

Who wants to work when you could lay in bed and look at your fingers move, thinking, "This is me. I am actually moving my finger. I can make it move up. Down. HOLY SHIT THE HUMAN BODY IS SO CRAZY! I can't believe I can do all this shit!". Yeah. You know.

Tomorrow Botch is going to want to come to right now Botch and slap her right across the fuckin' mouth and I am so not even caring right now. Tomorrow Botch is going to be on Redbull, pulling her hair out, wishing she had her ass in gear this long weekend. Tomorrow Botch, I'm so sorry.