I'm inexplicably sad, right now. As I have been for days. And months. And I guess we're breeching years. I could write more. I could always write more ( Read more... )

I should seriously sleep more often.

The only problem is that when I wake up, I remember all the crazy shit I did the night before and wonder why I even bothered.

I have problems ( Read more... )

I must pre-warn you, that I have had only 2 hours of sleep gained from 2:30-4:30am of March 10, 2007. I now have to prepare for work, and I don't know how I'm going to make it when I can hardly complete a sentence.

Last night, I got off working a late shift for a friend (and I originally worked an opening shift, which begins at 5:15am) and decided ( Read more... )

A couple of hours ago, I met the earth in a fantastic explosion that reverberated throughout the back of my skull. I blinked once and saw the world a second late ( Read more... )

I have abused my journal. I can't write, anymore. I have allowed newer people to know of its existence and while I don't really believe it would hold their fascination enough to remember, I still have a slight haunt of paranoia ( Read more... )

I have class in three hours till noon, yet, I'm sitting up, unable to sleep -no, unwilling to sleep, finally updating my online journal ( Read more... )

This is the part where you're supposed to rock out because I'm posting. Or scroll down really fast, whatever.

Of course, being here is diversionary tactic. I have a test tomorrow and I haven't studied anything from that class, yet. It's only four weeks long. I failed all of my quizzes so far. Now that you know I'm retarded, you may decide ( Read more... )

Don't even consider this an entry ( Read more... )

I know I haven't updated in a while, yet it seems I must always open my entries with an update disclaimer ( Read more... )