It's late

Mar 03, 2004 00:07

Then again, I suppose it's always late. I don't sleep as often as I should, but I already knew that. I'm feeling oddly angsty tonight. It's really bothersome. I occasionally just wish that whatever happens to be bugging me would simply vanish.

But then again, it wouldn't be life if it were easy.

My power's scheduled to be cut off if my roommate doesn't pay the rest of the bill. Unfortunately, she hasn't got the money. I suppose I could always spend a while at my boyfriend's house until it's taken care of but I don't want to commute to school everyday. Plus, I really hate his cats. The feeling, I believe, is mutual.

Let's think, this is the opening entry, so I suppose I should give a sort of overview into who I am. I'll have to do it quickly, my muse is starting to bug me again. I'm 21. I enjoy everything a 21-year old enjoys. I still watch cartoons and I think Johnen Vasquez is the greatest man who ever lived. I'm on the internet way too much. I enjoy politics and I think that homosexual marriage is the greatest thing to happen in America since the Civil Rights Movement.

I am a straight girl but I love my gay boys.

Savage Love is my favorite column of all time. I read The Onion religiously and want to work there one day. I also read the NY Times and the school paper. I want to be a disc-jokey at my university but I need to get a paying job before I do any more free work.

Like I said, it's late. Maybe I'll keep doing this. Maybe not. I dunno. I probably will.
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