Friday, April 26, 2002
I want a boyfriend. I want a boyfriend. I want a boyfriend. I do. I do. I do. Blah, blah, blah!!!
Now that that's out of the 'ole system we can get to real writing and wonder. Does anyone read this piece of crap? Come on guestbook it and let me know. I won't be around for too much longer. I mean the last entry will be May 20th. The countdown shall begin soon. I am almost done with school. I need to do like a bazillion papers this weekend. Yummee. Let me tell you mister. I am hating school. Working. Sleeping. Basically, sleep has become some weird escape. Not like resting at all, but some like place to turn to when I am all mopey and can't take it anymore. I just curl up and zonk out. I hate that. Sleeping is not nice, the only reason I do sleep is so I don't fall asleep in class. Why must we sleep? I hate it. I hate it so. I mean I do like it, but I haven't had good sleep in a long time. Sorta like I haven't had good Indian food in a long time. Damn, I need good Indian and now. I need to save my money but I would so splurge on that awesome restaurant in Harvard Square. I must stay away from all record stores though. Diana + used cds = bad, very bad...and poor. I want some more Deathray Davies CDs. I do. I really really do. Good dancable cutesy indie pop is hard to find. I will say it once, and I'll say it again. Get off your ass and listen to some Beulah. NOW YOU FOOLS! Alright, I feel a little better now. I think I need to pee, but I can't tell. Why did I write that down?
Today's occupation: Writer
Tomorrow's occupation: Murderer to self
The Next Day: Fuck, I'm dead.
Monday's Occupation: I need to go to class, so fake unhappy student.
Tuesday's Occupation: Oral Presenter and dancer of the Ska
Wednesday Occupation: Party Planner (HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY! I LOVE YOU!) and WOOHOO no more real work. I rule, I rock, I rule, I rock.
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Now that that's out of the 'ole system we can get to real writing and wonder. Does anyone read this piece of crap? Come on guestbook it and let me know. I won't be around for too much longer. I mean the last entry will be May 20th. The countdown shall begin soon. I am almost done with school. I need to do like a bazillion papers this weekend. Yummee. Let me tell you mister. I am hating school. Working. Sleeping. Basically, sleep has become some weird escape. Not like resting at all, but some like place to turn to when I am all mopey and can't take it anymore. I just curl up and zonk out. I hate that. Sleeping is not nice, the only reason I do sleep is so I don't fall asleep in class. Why must we sleep? I hate it. I hate it so. I mean I do like it, but I haven't had good sleep in a long time. Sorta like I haven't had good Indian food in a long time. Damn, I need good Indian and now. I need to save my money but I would so splurge on that awesome restaurant in Harvard Square. I must stay away from all record stores though. Diana + used cds = bad, very bad...and poor. I want some more Deathray Davies CDs. I do. I really really do. Good dancable cutesy indie pop is hard to find. I will say it once, and I'll say it again. Get off your ass and listen to some Beulah. NOW YOU FOOLS! Alright, I feel a little better now. I think I need to pee, but I can't tell. Why did I write that down?
Today's occupation: Writer
Tomorrow's occupation: Murderer to self
The Next Day: Fuck, I'm dead.
Monday's Occupation: I need to go to class, so fake unhappy student.
Tuesday's Occupation: Oral Presenter and dancer of the Ska
Wednesday Occupation: Party Planner (HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY! I LOVE YOU!) and WOOHOO no more real work. I rule, I rock, I rule, I rock.
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