god i hate being self-loathing. and i hate being philosophical about being self-loathing. also, it's been awhile since i made a happy post. that's no good. i guess i just don't feel the need to write about how great stuff is when i can be content with it. yes, that's right, content.
stuff really isn't that bad. all-in-all it's pretty swell.
Someone to watch Scrubs Seasons: One, Two, Three with.
In other news. I sure hope I avoided doing something really stupid. Also, I woke up late so I don't think I'm gonna go to school. This will give me a chance to catch up on homework anyway.
I wish I was talented. In any way. I can't write/paint/create music/anything. I'm just boring. Sitting in my art class reminds me of this. All we do is discuss how great these people are, how they are everything I will never be.
bleh. i can't sleep. becky. you're the worst. i would either be too far away from you and have no blanket or i would spooning you and you'll roll over on top of me. grr.