i'm so stressed about money i can't concentrate on anything. it's the only thing i can think about.

i think i might die of stress. i can't focus on anything and focussing is exactly what i need to be doing right now. argh. i have no idea how to write an english paper. fuck.

just finished reading bel canto and i don't think i've ever been so traumatized by a book. i need a moment to recover. it's such a rare thing to find a book you don't want to put down, a book so engrosing you never want it to end. since i was a slacker and didnt finish the book in time, i found out in class what happens in the end when i was only ( Read more... )

bored. being totally moneyless sucks. i want to go out. but going out is expensive. boo. why can't it be free to live? i want out of the house.

i can't fucking understand gertrude stein. why couldn't she have found a less annoying, more comprehensible way to be innovative in her writing. fuck. if she wasn't dead already....

also, i'm sad brad renfro died. i thought he was so dreamy when i was a kid.

oops. i remembered that i had class at 11 30 mondays but i forgot that it was the class i dropped. oh well. now i have time to do the homework i didn't do last night.

men in button-up shirts with rolled-up sleeves are sexy.

i just went outside for a break from staring at books and the computer screen and there were these clouds that clearly spelled out 'f this'.

i think it was a sign from god.

i hate checking my uvic email because it's always bad news. it's like the feeling i get when i have mail because i know it's bills. i had two emails, one telling me i owe 31 dollars to the library in late fines, and one telling me i still haven't handed in my history paper. at least i wasn't the only one who was sent the email...there were nine ( Read more... )

i'm such a fool and an embarassment to myself. i can't help it...i can't hide things. argh.