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4am. Downloading music (cute, fuzzy, twee, indie, pop). Eating small handfuls of Sour Patch Kids that I got for a dollar with my Regal movie card from the theater last night. Sleep sounds like a good idea, but then I will just have to wake up and go back to work. I want to dj at my work for the guest dj spot, but I highly doubt that will happen. I look through my music and think I have a good collection, but I know I could own better stuff. I want to go to bed, wake up, have breakfast, magically have a sweet boy pick me up in his car and drive us to the beach. We will listen to amazing mix cds and talk about movies the whole way. Or how about a sweet girl to go thrift shopping with. My days are filled with dreaming. My nights the same as my days. I tried to stop biting my fingernails, but I just can't. I am going to go see Marie Antoinette again, or perhaps The Science of Sleep for the first time. I am not ready for Winter. I cut myself off from talking to someone that was making my life dramatic, and my heart feeling pain. I decided I can't like a certain person because they will never be what they once were. I enjoy being alone for the most part. I have to work earlier than I thought I had to, tomorrow. I am working on mail packages for friends. I wish I wasn't so nice sometimes. I surprise myself everyday.