procrastination, doublespeak, and roadtrips.
fuck fuck fuck. i am not doing what i should be doing. my brain is really really fried right now thoughhhh. i just can't concentrate on writing a paper about this stupid book right now. actually it's really good, so i take it back. regardless, still not doing what i should be doing. should be studying for final.
but...my mind is fluttering all over the place right now because i'm feeling creative, sad, excited, ansy, nervous, wound up...and yeah i don't even know what else. i just want this week to be over so i can go to sushi and celebrate by getting trashed and then going to trash. seriously.
boys are such a small part of my life right now that i'm finding it hard to believe. i'm like in a circle of girlfriends and people are spilling the beans about who did what and when and how much they like so and so and i'm like ohhh ooo ahhh eeee really? i find myself with nothing to say. i'm not on any kind of a "boy high" lately and it's weird. that will probably change as soon as i get some free time. still! it's nice to be clear headed for once.
time to cram some econ into my skull.
there's no such thing as a free lunch.
peace shorty.
ps: i read my journal over, and i sound like i'm turning into a lesbian.
but...my mind is fluttering all over the place right now because i'm feeling creative, sad, excited, ansy, nervous, wound up...and yeah i don't even know what else. i just want this week to be over so i can go to sushi and celebrate by getting trashed and then going to trash. seriously.
boys are such a small part of my life right now that i'm finding it hard to believe. i'm like in a circle of girlfriends and people are spilling the beans about who did what and when and how much they like so and so and i'm like ohhh ooo ahhh eeee really? i find myself with nothing to say. i'm not on any kind of a "boy high" lately and it's weird. that will probably change as soon as i get some free time. still! it's nice to be clear headed for once.
time to cram some econ into my skull.
there's no such thing as a free lunch.
peace shorty.
ps: i read my journal over, and i sound like i'm turning into a lesbian.