Open Up Your Eyes
"Look at the earth from outer space, everyone must find a place. Give me time and give me space, give me real don't give me fake, give me strength, reserve control, give me heart and give me soul, give me time, give us a kiss...
Tell me your own politik
Just open up your eyes, but give me love over, love over, love over this."
There's a 99% chance I have pink eye. There's a 103% you're getting a drunk dial tonight.
Yes, it started Thursday or Friday. My tears are instantly eye-boogers (TMI?). When I wake up I can't see or open my eyes really. I also have swollen lymph nodes (which my sister said was a sure sign I had cancer, I mean I was going to die, she asked for my computer). It's really fun being sick in the middle of the summer, not that my body could tell it's summer at all because I don't leave my apartment between the hours of nine am and eleven pm. Who needs the sun anyway! The good news (or is it...) is the pink eye (if that's what it is) is a virus (swollen lymph nodes) and not a bacteria (no swollen lymph nodes) which means it will clear on its own and I don't have to go to the doctor and get antibiotics. Yay!...?
Man, but I don't have to work tonight. Which means I'm going to my favorite bar ever, or at least the one I keep going to, El Salooné, olé. Monkey boys and karaoke will be had if you're interested, which you aren't because no one reads this thing. That's okay.
I hate my job in a "Fiona Rex is really cute but I want to stuff her in a dumpster" sort of way. I never sleep. I never see the sun. My immune system is shit. And it's all because I'm too lazy to get a job where I do anything. But hey, I just got a raise.
Insomnia + pink eye = crazy JT. I have spouts of pure depression for no god damn reason. I just get sad and walk around MacClanahaneys (fuck spelling and the Irish or whomever) and cry (pink eye virus) all over aisle three. I avoid the atm though. Also, I desperately don't want to be alone but I can't seem to face anyone or stand company of any sort. The solution? Hyrd-o-phobia.
I have a final at six pee-em. Here are reasons I hate said final:
- It's three hours, which means I'm going to miss Kyle XY. Bad acting PLUS Canada? What the shit guys.
- It's cumulative. WTFuck, I didn't even take the last exam.
- I have to wake up at three to get ready for this dumb thing and then drink immeadiately after to celebrate the end of summer session one which means I'm only sleeping like six hours today. And by six I mean ten minutes because my body hates me. So I guess this really shouldn't be on the list at all and I should move it to another section of this entry but I won't.
So I should probably have studied/be studying/study later but I didn't/'m not/will not. I love The Killing Moon.
Tell me your own politik
Just open up your eyes, but give me love over, love over, love over this."
There's a 99% chance I have pink eye. There's a 103% you're getting a drunk dial tonight.
Yes, it started Thursday or Friday. My tears are instantly eye-boogers (TMI?). When I wake up I can't see or open my eyes really. I also have swollen lymph nodes (which my sister said was a sure sign I had cancer, I mean I was going to die, she asked for my computer). It's really fun being sick in the middle of the summer, not that my body could tell it's summer at all because I don't leave my apartment between the hours of nine am and eleven pm. Who needs the sun anyway! The good news (or is it...) is the pink eye (if that's what it is) is a virus (swollen lymph nodes) and not a bacteria (no swollen lymph nodes) which means it will clear on its own and I don't have to go to the doctor and get antibiotics. Yay!...?
Man, but I don't have to work tonight. Which means I'm going to my favorite bar ever, or at least the one I keep going to, El Salooné, olé. Monkey boys and karaoke will be had if you're interested, which you aren't because no one reads this thing. That's okay.
I hate my job in a "Fiona Rex is really cute but I want to stuff her in a dumpster" sort of way. I never sleep. I never see the sun. My immune system is shit. And it's all because I'm too lazy to get a job where I do anything. But hey, I just got a raise.
Insomnia + pink eye = crazy JT. I have spouts of pure depression for no god damn reason. I just get sad and walk around MacClanahaneys (fuck spelling and the Irish or whomever) and cry (pink eye virus) all over aisle three. I avoid the atm though. Also, I desperately don't want to be alone but I can't seem to face anyone or stand company of any sort. The solution? Hyrd-o-phobia.
I have a final at six pee-em. Here are reasons I hate said final:
- It's three hours, which means I'm going to miss Kyle XY. Bad acting PLUS Canada? What the shit guys.
- It's cumulative. WTFuck, I didn't even take the last exam.
- I have to wake up at three to get ready for this dumb thing and then drink immeadiately after to celebrate the end of summer session one which means I'm only sleeping like six hours today. And by six I mean ten minutes because my body hates me. So I guess this really shouldn't be on the list at all and I should move it to another section of this entry but I won't.
So I should probably have studied/be studying/study later but I didn't/'m not/will not. I love The Killing Moon.