It is Monday at 7:59 pm. I have been up for around 36 hours and I still haven't crashed. Come over and crash with me babe.

It is 6:02 am. I wish I was dead.

Jack Johnson has helped me through this awful night. Bless you Jack Johnson, bless you.

I still haven't slept.

It is 3:48 am. I am forced to eat a chocolate covered Yodel in order to keep my strength up.

It is currently 9:29 pm on Sunday night. I have an eighteen page history paper due tomorrow (Monday) at 8:45 am. I have nine pages. I have all of the research I'm going to use. I have around ten hours in which to complete said assignment from hell.

Pray for me.

Hey babe. I'm home safe ( Read more... )

"We have seven minutes until we leave ( Read more... )

It's my birthday today. I am sick ( Read more... )

Oh god I'm confused. Why on earth is everything happening all at once ( Read more... )

This evening was confusing. If I did anything wrong please, please tell me. I don't want anything to spontaneously combust.

"Ok. Now everybody take some rubbers."

Sufjan Stevens is my god right now. He's absolutely amazing. You won't really understand how phenomenal he is until you listen to him for yourself.

Stupid history. Pssstt... Annie....

Help me. My mom is out of control. She's forcing me to play in a never ending backgammon tournament...

Oh boy. This weekend.
"So how was your night?"

I'm procrastinating so much with those AP history notecards. It's so going to come back and bite me on the ass.

Did Jen really write boobies in her livejournal? Weird.