Cheap Quality Randomosity

I'm waiting for something, so I'm going to just waste time blogging like I used to. This is how its done, people. You think blogging is for letting people know about your day? No, blogging is about letting people into your head. Either way you look at it.

--I'm listening to Dropline right now. Thanks to my cousin who gave it to me.
--Now that I've been unhired, I'm getting really nervous about my spending habits, but I'm so bored I don't know what to do. I can stay home and stay bored and get even more bored, or I can run and you and I both know that's not going to happen, or I can go out, which would require me spending money. Maybe I should have gone to babysit instead of staying home for a bullshit ten-minute interview. Thanks. That's how things roll.
--Wow, look. Adrian just signed on. And then signed off.
--Dude, this insomnia is setting in and I can't get any sleep. I have to exhaust myself to sleep so I think like I'm on an acid trip (because I can, you know), and then I get to go to sleep.
--On Dr. Phil today there was this dysfunctional family. The mom is sending away her kids left and right, she cheated on her husband three times, married twice, and her daughter's going nuts. Her daughter is screaming future-substance-abuser, but the mother continues to be crazy. And on Oprah, I told you. The alcoholic women. I mean, I understand the difference between Oprah and Dr. Phil now. Oprah tries to help people because she cares and she's concerned, she's all "Aww, you're like an wounded animal." And Dr. Phil tries to help people because he can't stand their stupidity, he's all "What the fuck are you doing? That's not how you fucking do it, you fuckin idiot!" Gosh.
--I'm bored out of my head.
--I want to go to GA, but not to see cute teeny bopper boys like I used to back in the day. Dude I just want to feel my stomach in my throat in a non-eating-disorderly way.
--Speaking of eating disorders, I don't know. I forgot, whatever.
--I'm scared I might not be able to register for classes.
--Sponge Bob is actually a scary character. He's a talking sponge who lives in a pinapple in the ocean? Does that not say creepy?
--Is it wrong that I'm going to college in the fall and one of my main concerns is maintaining my TV schedule? I mean, classes are fun, sure, but I want to watch my soap opera. I don't know if I can deal not having that there. I'll go through withdrawals.
--Destiny is calling me.
--Did I mention I have this great idea for some art? It may as well consume the rest of my summer. Let's see if I have enough motivation to follow through with that.
--I'm going to go to sleep soon, or at least hit the bed.
--You're fascinating, you know that? Everytime I think I have something in my head about you, you flip it upside down and over again and its like it was never there. You are universal.
--According to Oprah, or that psychiatrist (but what's the difference anyway), you have an unhealthy relationship with alcohol if you have to make rules for yourself. But I mean...shouldn't you? One shot. One bottle. No more. There. Does that not make sense? So you must create a boundary for you not to cross, and just that you are thinking about it means you are responsible and cautious so that you are not developing the problem. Doesn't it just show that you are being defensive? And since when is being defensive bad when you're doing it for your own well-being and that of others? I'd honestly be concerned if someone didn't think he or she didn't need any rules when it comes to alcohol.
--MMMMM Bacon.
--I need to eat healthier because I was looking at my problem areas. ARGH.
--Well, I suppose this is the end of the road jack.

No more legal fun for me. Nothing to fire it up. I tried this afternoon. Nothing. Bite me. I need a punching bag.