I'm skipping class again. I hate myself.... but I hate classes more. There are so many things that interest me. Why can't any of them be taught?

I fucking hate my life. Yes, I do mean that. And yes, I am aware that things aren't that bad and they should get better. Alright... whatever you say. I'm tired of the monotony. I absolultely can't stand living in this state of mediocrity for another moment. It's making me claustrophobic.

*blink*..........*blink*

goddamnit i wish i'd left this journal private. no offense amy. you know i love you.

A man in heavy boots just tromped down my staircase and ran into my door on the way out. Luckily he was on the other side of it. It is 3:46 in the morning. I should really become an alcoholic so that I can go running amuck in the middle of the night instead of sitting here printing out the eight page history paper I just wrote. It's damn good ( Read more... )

So today was the big 21st birthday. Mom took me to Dragonfly for dinner, Katie brought me cookies at work, and lots of phone calls from friends... but other than that same as any other day. I must be the most dull person ever to bother keeping a livejournal. Person: "Now you're old enough to drink!" Me: "Yeah.... *blink*" I don't really even ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning and my cat bit me in the face. There was no blood, but it hurt like hell ( Read more... )

I'm so sleepy. I don't know if I'll be able to relax tonight though. This morning I woke up at 6:00 because it sounded like someone was trying to break into my apartment. I'm a paranoid girl I do admit, but seeing how someone has already let themselves in there once before I don't see my worry as an unreasonable thing. I hate leaving poor alice ( Read more... )

That is the name of the band I'm listening to on my little online radio. It's hilarious. This music makes me chuckle. I really don't have much to say; I just felt like I should write again because once I get out of the habit it's hard to think of things to say. The only reason I'm even keeping a journal is because mom keeps telling me how she ( Read more... )

This is a fabulous song:

My last few entries have been just so delightfully descriptive. I've been too tired and overworked to do much of anything. Right now I'm supposed to be writing a paper over Frauen, but the truth is that I've only read half the book and I have no idea how to go about this. I've spent the last two hours going back through the book and making notes ( Read more... )