Well, I'm just hoping that he has the good sense not to ruin another one of my birthdays.

Two days.

I shouldn't be awake at this hour.
But I've been writing awful fantasy fiction tragedy all night.
And I just found out that Trent Reznor has material planned for Nine Inch Nails in 2010.
It's like Christmas came twice this year.

[Edit:] Okay, so I would be in bed, but, I started looking at Facebook pictures of my sister's friend, Damian ( Read more... )

Happy Holidays, my little droogies.

Tradition-wise, I've got A Muppet Christmas Carol and oyster soup to look forward to this Christmas Eve ( Read more... )

Let me first apologize for how badly written this entry may be.
I haven't been getting adequate sleep lately. It might be affecting my brain knowledge working stuff? Maybe.

I've decided that watching Danny Boyle's vastly underrated sweetheart Sunshine on these cold, unspeakably early winter mornings is fantasticWatching people fry (and freeze!) ( Read more... )

Aside from a slight twinge of worry regarding my grades and finances, I am extremely grateful that the biggest decision I have to currently make is whether I should continue working on ghetto hand-made Christmas presents, read a few more chapters of Stephen King's Misery, or watch Metalocalypse.

Tomorrow, I'm going to watch Green Street Hooligans ( Read more... )

I'm done with my Native American Culture class's final project. I even studied for my reporting final. ...A little bit.

Now, all that's left to do is sleep.

After tomorrow, expect more entries. In fact, you guys might be sick of me.
But for the next month, I won't have anything to do but drive back and forth from Denver and stress out about ( Read more... )

In order to celebrate(?) my embarrassingly poor performance on my written French final exam this morning, I've decided to zone out to some loud, obnoxious music and ignore everybody.

I've got an oral French final tomorrow. Let's hope that it goes a little better.

( whimper )

I was going to bitch about my current man-related problems.


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Seriously, everyone?
Fuck you.

I'm tired of taking care of shit for you only to be disappointed by your actions later.
Just like I'm tired of the constant overload of guilt that you guys dump on to me.
I feel like my head is going to explode.

Also, I still can't read. Because I still haven't received my glasses.
The end.

As always, very good. It didn't last long enough, though.