I'm in good ol' West Point Mississippi. The best place in the world to escape from problems but I feel like all of mine 8a7r fuiui7777777777777777777777777777777kku (That was just written by my uncle's kitten Six who refuses to let my fingers do anything but pet her ( Read more... )

I'm so tired and I have to go study for my math final tomorrow that I haven't even studied for at all yet.... ugh...

I never write in this damn thing anymore, I don't even know what to say, but I figure I might as well sum up my life. This Saturday I'm going ot Mississippi for a little over a week, which should be great. I love my cousins on my ( Read more... )

writer's block.

This whole not being able to fall asleep shit is really starting to fucking piss me off.

So I'm pretty sure that I become a complete genius when I take sleeping pills right before I pass at. I can never remember what exactly I think of or the theories I come up with, but I remember that they are amazing ( Read more... )

I'm hungry ( Read more... )

I'm tired. And ridiculously busy all the time. Right now if the first time since 8:30am that I'm actually sitting down and not busy or rushing to do something, and honestly I should be doing my math homework, or maybe studying for my test on Wednesday.... blah.

As much as I hate my job at times I really have the best one ever. I don't want to ever ( Read more... )

I don't feel like updating, but there's nothing else to do since I kicked Ry out of my house because I fell asleep..... and well now I'm up ( Read more... )

Fuck fuck fuck. I can't sleep again. I haven't fallen asleep at all. I don't fucking get it! God damn it.

Tomorrow I work from 12;9 and I'm going to do it on no sleep. FUCK!

SoCo makes me feel numb..

Dancing at work makes me smile, so does the fact that Jim Morrison is on our new CD.

And if I don't go see fireworks this year I swear I'll just die.