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I hate homework and classwork and community service. I have a psychology project which is about my dreams which i really dont want to interpret or draw. But luckily that is due Tuesday. I thought it was due Friday so i was panicking. I should be checking the newspaper for my stock market assignment in class but i have been lazy and havent been doing that, i just hope she leaves the old newspapers up so i can finish it up later. I actually completed my math homework again. Third time in a row. Community service sucks ass. I think i would be better off doing that science camp councelor for little third graders off in the woods somewhere then in an office helping poor people get money for free through a volunteer program that sucks balls. Oh well. I am gonna try to get into that, who knows what great stuff could come from it. I hear Ru is doing that right now. I wonder how the kids see him lol. Big scary indian. He is probably shorter than them. We did some guided meditation in Psych again and we walked to a temple in a forest and walked inside of a room with four walls. My wall that was supposed to represent past was a faded blue wall (empty past maybe), my female wall was dirty torn wallpaper (used to be nice but got torn up i guess), my masculant wall had a gold window and was shiney with greed (self explanitory), and my future wall was a rock wall... great. Maybe if i knew which walls were what i could have made it to my liking but i guess that would ruin the purpose. I love that meditation shit. It is so hard to stay awake sometimes tho. My left bicep is smaller than my right and i dont know how much more i should work on that than my right bicep. Sure the after effect would be good but if my left arm is light and my right arm is normal it dont feel right. I hope i dont start excercising for the after effect rather than the rush i get from doing it. I like pain. Perhaps thats why i like brooke so much. Well all of this is useless information and yet it defines who i am at the moment, wonderful. I want to watch the Royal Tenanbaums again or maybe Fight Club again. The Royal Tenanbaums helps me when im depressed because i get to watch him try to commit suicide and that makes the feelings of it go through my head. Looking back on everything, remember all the little things that mean so much. I gotta buy that DVD. Time to sleep. Everything is going to be fine, whether i like it or not.