still awake

got my horrible final moved from seven am today to sometime tomorrow. poetry paper, not done. western lit spark noted, poetry journal done. . . .sleep 86.

24, still going strong.

Twisted inner workings.

people i am connected deeply to don't read this.

people who love me do.

however, sometimes one needs a place to rant and rave about other with whom they are deeply connected without any interference. . . .this is just such a place.

the current state of my life is a tricky one. i consider myself a loyal person so what happens when suddenly i am surrounded by people i call friends who are not loyal. who am i to decide that their display of non-loyal-ness is in fact just that. . .it's an indirect sort of violation on their parts, but i guess if i was in their situation i'd be more considerate.

i do label people. i do this with the assumtion that i am an ituitive person. when i am proven right and try to warn people about shady behavior i do not expect my statements to come back to me VERBATEM as if they were things i had never considered.

when i get married i will not be sending people invitations who think 'time' and/or 'money' is a legitimate excuse not to come. when really it's laziness all the way around. there are ways of earning money while in college. there are ways of getting places inexpensively. if time and money are factors i will keep my postage and the time it takes to lick an envelope and NOT SEND YOU AN INVITE. this will of course be after i do not attend your wedding.

my mother has decided she hates my future brother in law. oh thats right. less than two weeks before the wedding. nice huh? go fig.

• my car needs an alignment.
• i lost my debit card.
• i owe my roomate a large sum of money.
• i owe my landlord and even larger sum of money.
• i am fucked.
• i have to read pride and prejudice, canturbury tales and muerte de arthur in dos days.
• what is a poor girl to do?

Poem of the Day

Los Angeles
by Kamau Daáood

the angels here
have pigeons' wings
blue collars
washed in sweat
the common salt
in tears
tongues swirl
in a stew of cultures
singing asphalt songs
in the midst of seagulls
bebop atop
the San Andreas
a humble plate
of beings


I got my wish! two discs of season three, a truck load of cookies and the hours and hours of procrastination. how many papers are we up to that i need to write? oh, yeah, four. i should get on that.

in other news: "man down, man down!!" was recreated. shannah, keely and i had good times. spencer gave me THE BEST mac and cheese i've EVER eaten. it's almost time to go to texas. and prolly i'm gonna be up all night. damnit.

All I need in Life

i'm so sick of school. all i wanna do is eat cookies and watch season 3 with art and keely. why isn't life as simple as that? and i'm such a procrastinator man. it's getting rediculous. i'm gonna die and fail out of college. and all i require in order to be happy is season three and cookies. even keely and art are optional really. . . .


ok, really keely, not so much. it's like we've been eachother's shadow the last few weeks. and been hanging out with dave too long. you know you've been hanging out with dave too long when, anytime anyone asks you for a favor, you respond with 'only if i get a blowjob.'

i'm gonna go buy cookies, and then go to art's with keely to watch season three, and procrastinating. . . .it's a vicious cycle.

Quote of the Day: "Shannon Elizabeth wants me back!"

young and hopeless

does anyone have regular sleeping patterns in this ho? because i do not. and it is REALLY starting to complicate the hell out of everything. i do not want to go to work. because i have not slept.

season four. . . not so much. i'm worried. i'm really worried. . .

i am here,

Its like I exist!