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First off, Franz Ferdinand vs. Eminem's bodyguard. Ahahahahaha.
Also, apparently they have a song called "All for You, Sophia," which is an ode to their namesake, the tragically assassinated Archduke of Austria. So awesome.
And,
...with veins tattooed on his arms...
I seriously wish I had never seen that. I mean, he looks wicked hot, all scrawny and wasted, but veins?? Tattooed on your arm??? Tres lame, Matt, tres lame.
Anyway, I've been in the library since 8:00 and I've done absolutely nothing. I have to write three essays by 5:00 tomorrow, and I also have to pack and clean my room, and I've just been sitting here for the past four hours, reading The Wasteland over and over, searching for inspiration. And I'm tired. Why am I tired? It's only midnight. And I've had two iced mochas (with three shots of espresso each) since about 9. Apparently caffeine just doesn't do it for me--I need something stronger--like speed.
But I seriously am going to have to be up all night working on this shit, and I don't know how I'm going to do it. If I could stay in the library I think I'd be fine, but they kick you out at 1:00, and then it'll be back to the room, with my bed sitting so invitingly not a foot away from my desk, just beseeching me, "Come lie down on me...I'm so soft and comfortable..."
Fucking A. I am so screwed. Why do I do this???
Also, apparently they have a song called "All for You, Sophia," which is an ode to their namesake, the tragically assassinated Archduke of Austria. So awesome.
And,
...with veins tattooed on his arms...
I seriously wish I had never seen that. I mean, he looks wicked hot, all scrawny and wasted, but veins?? Tattooed on your arm??? Tres lame, Matt, tres lame.
Anyway, I've been in the library since 8:00 and I've done absolutely nothing. I have to write three essays by 5:00 tomorrow, and I also have to pack and clean my room, and I've just been sitting here for the past four hours, reading The Wasteland over and over, searching for inspiration. And I'm tired. Why am I tired? It's only midnight. And I've had two iced mochas (with three shots of espresso each) since about 9. Apparently caffeine just doesn't do it for me--I need something stronger--like speed.
But I seriously am going to have to be up all night working on this shit, and I don't know how I'm going to do it. If I could stay in the library I think I'd be fine, but they kick you out at 1:00, and then it'll be back to the room, with my bed sitting so invitingly not a foot away from my desk, just beseeching me, "Come lie down on me...I'm so soft and comfortable..."
Fucking A. I am so screwed. Why do I do this???