Halloween candy. I didn't get enough candy to suck on. Like hard candy. Come on, I just wanted some Lifesavers or something. I'm eating a Tootsie Roll Pop. I don't even like lollipops that much. I just need the sugar because I'm all dried up and I don't want to actually eat real food. I really like the feeling of being empty and grumbling inside. Does this mean I have an eating disorder? Yes, most certainly. I hate to say it but it scares me but I like it at the same time. I mean I'm eating. I really can't just stop. I like food too much. But there is a tinge of guilt for every meal. I don't go out and celebrate not eating. It's sick I know. I need some sort of help. I should tell someone but I wouldn't know what to say. I've hinted at it but because I'm still eating no one really gets it. No one knows what goes on inside my sick sick mind.

I have ten minutes before I have to leave for class. I've finished a whole half tube of Pringles. BBQ. Damn tasty. I finished reading for my class. Yes, I still feel quite accomplished when I finish my work. Hopefully, I start my paper tonight and not wait till the last minute. I NEED TO START TONIGHT! No exceptions.

Alrighty, I'm listening to Green Day and I've already listened to parts of 3 different albums. Insomniac, Warning, and Nimrod. I really want Dookie but my stupid friend didn't burn it for me so I might have to shell out some cash for it. It's really cheap because everyone in the world owns it...BUT ME! Well, I was 2nd in my group of close friend to buy Mellon Collie. Hah. Who knew that would turn into some sort of obsession? Really, who knew?

I don't even listen to this music anymore. It's funny how things like this hit you like a...rock in the head from the mean neighbor boy. More and more alternative music has been invading my life as of late. I have a craving for Nirvana. I should just go out and buy it. I need to own it. Basically, everyone should own some Nirvana if they want to attain nirvana. OMG...let's pretend I just didn't say that.

This is a wickedly strange post. I think I'm too tired. Or messed up on boys. Boys mess me up pretty good in the head.

The White Stripes and The Vines are coming to Boston. I've seen The Vines. Bleh. The White Stripes. Now that's pretty exciting. They're weird monkey sounds coming out of the next room. The room connected to my room. My room actually. The part that houses the other two roommates. Hmm...are they not telling me something? 
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