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I am undoubtedly antsy. Anxious as hell. It's completely inevitable that tonight i'll spend hours tossing and turning about in bed worrying about things i needn't worry about. lame. There's so much to do, and actually like nothing at all. I just need to FOCUS and just get to it. The Shins make me not concentrate. No, no, The Shins make me want to lie in a warm bed in a bright and sunny room to daydream, and feel yellow and content. Sick and happy. They make me not want to sleep. or think, or read. I can't get anything to do while the musics playing. Which is why i hate them. Right now im supposed to be bullshitting two essays and making some bibliography cards for research that isn't required at all. I wish it was spring, and that i was sick, so i could skip school, go back to my room on john street and lie in bed all day long. See, it would make sense to turn off the music, but i can't since im at barnes and noble. The guy in the music department secretly despises me, which is why he put this on. He knows you can't do anything but feel good when you listen to the shins. I know, i saw him dancing and mouthing 'kissing the lipless' , because we were together. He doesn't want me to get anything done. this is his fault. This is NOt paranoia.
Barnsie the bear is on clearence and i think i should buy him, because i'm seven, and a nerd. Holy shit. ADD. "
i wrote that in the cafe at my house. the nobler.
since im a major lame tard right after chutes to narrow was completely over, i asian walked my way across the parking lot to disc go round, this second hand music store and looked for the cd. Thank god they didn't have it or the rest of this year would be absurdly unproductive. I ended up leaving with a copy of the onion and that's all. Also its good that its winter soon. i mean after fall of course. because then i'll just be even more incredibly sad and boring and won't need to spend money going out. since i'll mope around at home all day long. spend some time with mr oberst. what? yeah. i need some sleep.
later bitches and hos.
I am undoubtedly antsy. Anxious as hell. It's completely inevitable that tonight i'll spend hours tossing and turning about in bed worrying about things i needn't worry about. lame. There's so much to do, and actually like nothing at all. I just need to FOCUS and just get to it. The Shins make me not concentrate. No, no, The Shins make me want to lie in a warm bed in a bright and sunny room to daydream, and feel yellow and content. Sick and happy. They make me not want to sleep. or think, or read. I can't get anything to do while the musics playing. Which is why i hate them. Right now im supposed to be bullshitting two essays and making some bibliography cards for research that isn't required at all. I wish it was spring, and that i was sick, so i could skip school, go back to my room on john street and lie in bed all day long. See, it would make sense to turn off the music, but i can't since im at barnes and noble. The guy in the music department secretly despises me, which is why he put this on. He knows you can't do anything but feel good when you listen to the shins. I know, i saw him dancing and mouthing 'kissing the lipless' , because we were together. He doesn't want me to get anything done. this is his fault. This is NOt paranoia.
Barnsie the bear is on clearence and i think i should buy him, because i'm seven, and a nerd. Holy shit. ADD. "
i wrote that in the cafe at my house. the nobler.
since im a major lame tard right after chutes to narrow was completely over, i asian walked my way across the parking lot to disc go round, this second hand music store and looked for the cd. Thank god they didn't have it or the rest of this year would be absurdly unproductive. I ended up leaving with a copy of the onion and that's all. Also its good that its winter soon. i mean after fall of course. because then i'll just be even more incredibly sad and boring and won't need to spend money going out. since i'll mope around at home all day long. spend some time with mr oberst. what? yeah. i need some sleep.
later bitches and hos.