kirby puckett died this month.

its amazing how you can be on top of the world one day and then die and have no one know about it.

thats life.

i quit my job today.

i love spring break. i had three days off this week...that is unheard of. i have not had a day off in over a month.

my ipod is broken...so that sucks.

i did absolutely nothing yesterday...and it was everything i thought it could be.

i love office space.

i listen to team sleep every chance i get.

you should too.

if i am not at school i am at work...literally. i hate it.

its fucking snowing.

i just read back through two years of my journal entries.

same shit different day.

i came out of my coma at 4. now someone is playing the flute.

i want to destroy what i didnt really work that hard to create.

but then i tell myself that i am an adult.

i want to have a night that i dont think of anything else aside from the fun i am having.

i have grown dependent on my friends...i dont guess thats a bad thing...just nothing how i used to be.

i need to get out of this city.

i might take the trip alone that we never got to.

top ramen is only good when you are high.

im bored...and tired as fuck.

i have no idea whats going on...but i dont want to drag anyone into this.

my hands smell like subway. gross.