Things have been good.

And other things have been bad.

But the important things have been great.

I have a ton of errands to run, but I fear that if I step ourside, my eyes will swell shut and I'll walk into things.

I feel like the ultimate procrastinator...in fact I have four more pages (minimum) to go basically to finish in an hour to and hour and a half, tops, and I'm writing in LiveJournal.

Whatever, I hate this paper. It's boring. And stupid.

I fucking suck.

I fucking hate papers that keep me away from him.

I hate that he's upset and that he's probably hurt.

I feel horribly about tonight, and if I wasn't working so much tonight, I would've had time...instead I ate and worked.

I've been 21 for a week.

So far I've...
-Purchased alcohol from a liquor store
-Purchased and consumed alcoholic beverages served by 5 different people at 2 different establishments...
-BEEN CARDED ONCE!

What the hell?!

I could've been buying and drinking alcohol all the time!

The one time you want to be IDed and it doesn't happen...

How

OK, so I'm two days, late, I guess, but my birthday was awesome.

A big thank you to anyone who IMed me, wrote on my Facebook wall, MySpace commented me, text messaged me, or came out with me. It was a very memorable night.

I feel like my birthday is on the worst day of the year.

Here's why...

-Hilter's birthday is the same as mine.
-Columbine happened 6 years ago to the day.
-National Weed Day.

Maybe if I smoked weed it would be different, but I don't, so it isn't.

It's been a long time, since I've updated anything meaningful. Let's recap my life ( Read more... )

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I need to stop having panic attacks.

Thinking about last night, makes me think that I had one in my sleep and that is why I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep.

I think that's why I'm up now, too.

Fucking amazing.