I question.

Time to celebrate, I just wrote three pages in two hours. With distractions. But it's all bullshit. And it's due at 4. So hey. Whatever. See my party hat? This is me celebrating.

My suspicions were correct. No wonder for the pensivity, the staring at the sun, the sitting alone in the park, the blah and blah and blah. And if you were a victim of my semi-gloomy, semi-hopeful "poetic" text messages, I apologize profusely. I just get like that sometimes. It's just the writer in me formulating words. Writing songs without melodies. See what I mean?

Back in the city. It's sunny, but it says it should be rainy. Man, I'll miss it here. I think. This bed. This wall. My desk. My roommies. This freedom. I feel like I live in two worlds. But they're an hour apart, and they're not so separate. Two beds but I'm used to both. I've gotten used to this. I know I have a lot of shit to do.

If you think about it, there isn't much time. Really, there's only enough time to work hard. Or maybe it just seems that way because there's so much shit to do for tomorrow. Blahhhhhhhh. School sucks. There's no way I'm going to graduate soon. Class of 2010 here I come. That's too long. My parents will kill me. I can already feel the pain and see the blood. Haha...

The ball of my lipring fell out, so it took me an hour to try to figure it out, and Chis helped me, but it wouldn't go in. So finally after I complained to Nicole that I had to go to the mall and buy another damn ring, I tried again, and I got it. Go fuckin figure. Whoa.

I'm tired. There's not much room to rest. But I shall anyways. Naptime, folks. Have a ball.