I am officially a little sick of this.
I'm excited for going to go back.

Reading my old livejournal affords me a great deal of hilariosity. 
I don't know if the fact that I can still hear myself talking in the words I wrote makes me a good writer or just an inability to let go. 
I am still a master at procrastination. 
I've been sitting here in the library, with my chem book, notebook and a calculator. 
And yet I still have ( Read more... )

I'm in the library.
Still in college. 
This is the best place on campus, as far as I'm concerned. I don't think it's necessary to leave, ever.
I'm most definitly putting off my chem homework. 
And my gov homework. 
I need to learn a little discipline.
Pluh.

Have been some of the wierdest ever. 
I went to class today.
I'm in FUCKING COLLEGE. WHAT THE HECK.

My life is a dictionary of meaningless words.

It's kind of like before this I simply missed the point.
Perspective means I can be either the villian in someone elses story or the hero in my own.
Yeah. 
That.

It's like starting over. 
I'm following the rules this time.
I always talked about what would happen if I were to walk.
Well.
I am.

Frank Sinatra makes me feel better about life.
I slept through the night.
I think somethng like 6 and a half or seven hours which is as good as can be expected.
Last night.
It was something so classically me.
It was wonderful.
I think that's what I should do.
Pppppppppplllluuuhhhh I still can't digest food. 
But I slept.
That's a plus side.