journal entries are procrastination.
I have to write an essay on myself. I really really don't want to. It has to include family history, interests, influences and future career plans. PUKE.
I love this song. I forgot who sings it, but I know it's from Donnie Darko.
(Be friends with Kate, she makes you good c.d.s)
It's a very very mad world.
The song makes me want to watch Donnie Darko again. Perhaps I will procur a copy of it.
I also have to do a Canterburry Tales project, which I'm not super concerned with. It's just the addition of it to everything. And, of course, I wait until the last minute so everything I produce will be slopcrap. I made that up. Slopcrap. I think it's great.
My breakfast this morning is 6 day old Nerds. It's pretty damn great.
APATHY. UGH. I just want to read and watch movies and possibly get a job and not WRITE STUPID SLOPCRAP ESSAYS.
What happened to that idea of a utopian, please-filled society? Oh right...madness and riots.
I'm sorry I'm writing in fragments. I am writing how I think, and I don't feel like organizing my thoughts.
Ok must do it. I need some motivation. Of course, no one is awake. I like mornings in my house. Except not those mornings when one is woken by little men banging loads things into your roof. Yesterday, I woke up to what I thought was some terrible natural disaster and/or a herd of angry giants. At 7:30 am. Not fun.
I love this song. I forgot who sings it, but I know it's from Donnie Darko.
(Be friends with Kate, she makes you good c.d.s)
It's a very very mad world.
The song makes me want to watch Donnie Darko again. Perhaps I will procur a copy of it.
I also have to do a Canterburry Tales project, which I'm not super concerned with. It's just the addition of it to everything. And, of course, I wait until the last minute so everything I produce will be slopcrap. I made that up. Slopcrap. I think it's great.
My breakfast this morning is 6 day old Nerds. It's pretty damn great.
APATHY. UGH. I just want to read and watch movies and possibly get a job and not WRITE STUPID SLOPCRAP ESSAYS.
What happened to that idea of a utopian, please-filled society? Oh right...madness and riots.
I'm sorry I'm writing in fragments. I am writing how I think, and I don't feel like organizing my thoughts.
Ok must do it. I need some motivation. Of course, no one is awake. I like mornings in my house. Except not those mornings when one is woken by little men banging loads things into your roof. Yesterday, I woke up to what I thought was some terrible natural disaster and/or a herd of angry giants. At 7:30 am. Not fun.