late night vomit
It's 3am. I took a nap after my 2 o'clock class today, savoring the fact that my last class of the week was canceled. Now I can't sleep.
When I'm up this late I do stupid shit and get annoyed with people or myself or both. I was watching The Next Top Chef on the Food Network and that was cool for like 1/2 an hour, but then I just got frustrated because that shit always makes me want to eat something fancy and it's 2am and my culinary skills consist of macaroni and squash halves. And the gay black dude was pissing me off (I'm not racist or homophobic...the guy was just fucking annoying.)
I sound like a sailor tonight. ha...I technically know a sailor now. I haven't noticed him cussing profusely. Maybe he's just being polite. I think I like sailors. or maybe just this particular sailor.
I'm all shaky for some reason.
I don't know what I want to do after I graduate and it's driving me nuts. I wish I could just travel around with someone fun and write for a year. Too bad staying alive and hygenic costs money. I'm looking into doing some sort of proofreading for publishing companies in Chicago. In reality though, I don't know if I have the balls or emotional stability to go somewhere 5 hours away from my family and friends and start a life. I might crash and burn and I don't want to go down that road again. No one believes I can make it on my own. Then again, maybe I could do it. I don't know.
We found out today that my grandmother has not just 1 aneurism, but 2. One they think can be coiled, but they're not sure about the other one. If she has to have brain surgery again, I don't think she'll pull through as well as she did last time. Why does shit happen like this? Why can't everyone just live until they're ready and then die painlessly in their sleep? See their great grandchildren grow up and enjoy their time here without the complications of cancer or strokes or dementia.
I think I'll play Bejeweled 2 until my head shuts up.
Oh...and fuck you. you arrogant sadistic fuck.
(I'm really a nice person. He deserved that. I promise.)
When I'm up this late I do stupid shit and get annoyed with people or myself or both. I was watching The Next Top Chef on the Food Network and that was cool for like 1/2 an hour, but then I just got frustrated because that shit always makes me want to eat something fancy and it's 2am and my culinary skills consist of macaroni and squash halves. And the gay black dude was pissing me off (I'm not racist or homophobic...the guy was just fucking annoying.)
I sound like a sailor tonight. ha...I technically know a sailor now. I haven't noticed him cussing profusely. Maybe he's just being polite. I think I like sailors. or maybe just this particular sailor.
I'm all shaky for some reason.
I don't know what I want to do after I graduate and it's driving me nuts. I wish I could just travel around with someone fun and write for a year. Too bad staying alive and hygenic costs money. I'm looking into doing some sort of proofreading for publishing companies in Chicago. In reality though, I don't know if I have the balls or emotional stability to go somewhere 5 hours away from my family and friends and start a life. I might crash and burn and I don't want to go down that road again. No one believes I can make it on my own. Then again, maybe I could do it. I don't know.
We found out today that my grandmother has not just 1 aneurism, but 2. One they think can be coiled, but they're not sure about the other one. If she has to have brain surgery again, I don't think she'll pull through as well as she did last time. Why does shit happen like this? Why can't everyone just live until they're ready and then die painlessly in their sleep? See their great grandchildren grow up and enjoy their time here without the complications of cancer or strokes or dementia.
I think I'll play Bejeweled 2 until my head shuts up.
Oh...and fuck you. you arrogant sadistic fuck.
(I'm really a nice person. He deserved that. I promise.)