Believe me.

Jesus. I have been home for a day. I am bored already. We don't have a christmas tree up. We don't have christmas lights up. I think my family forgot about it this year. *sad face*
I lost my library card. So I had to get a new one. Lame Cakes. But here are my predictions for next year
2008 is gonna be great
*I will lose 20lbs.
*Amy Winehouse will die
*Someone will die at a Girltalk show
*Albums of the year
So Many Dynamos
Born Ruffians
Hot Chip
Margot and the Nuclear So and Sos
Gentleman Auction House
*Michael Cera will have jumped the boat ( I have no idea what that means)

I don't know I am really bored.

Final Final Countdown

Only 6 hours before my last final! Ayii and I go home. How glorious!






But I got this book from my secret santa and I feel like I am going to have all sorts of fun with it.
Addition: I was looking at the end of the book and i read the biography of the author and the illustrator and it listed their past jobs and it was (i combined them)teacher, pizza maker, ice cream scooper, nightclub owner, and writer. And i tutor preschoolers, am a pizza maker, used to be an ice cream scooper, a writer, and hopefully next year will be a nightclub manager. So basically I could've made this book myself!

If you check my last.fm right now. You will see all the embarrassing songs that I am listening to right now. If you could see all the songs that I've downloaded. I found this magically url that if you plug into google and fill in the artist you want will yield you all this free music. It mostly works for mainstream, but some links have expired so it can be exhausting and frustrating when all you want to hear is Stop by the Spice Girls.

I decided that I was going to make my ultimate indie family. Meaning just a bunch of people I wish were related to me. I haven't completed or even compiled this list, but so far I know that I want Jeff Tweedy as my dad. He would pick me up if I asked him too.

I think I have carpal tunnel and I have this huge knot in my right shoulder. I pinched a nerve in my left wrist, but it hasn't been shooting any pain lately.

I hate my psychology book with a fiery passion. I seriously want to burn it into the fiery depths of hell. It's a terrible book designed for a college student with billions of irrelevant pop culture references and the worse part is that its not in columns. That gets me the most. Who doesn't write books in columns? What an arse.
Ex. page 656 has a picture of leonardo decaprio
page 670 has a picture of brooke shields
page 734 has a picture of harajuku girls
page 755 has a picture of Ron Artest of the Pacers' attacking a fan
page 766 has a picture of George Bush and John Kerry (claiming that GWB is more attractive than JK and that is why GWB won the election)
Actually those were the sections I just studied, but now I will look in the name index and see how many celebrities I can give you guys
Ex. Bloom, O. - page 100
Pitt, B. - page 370
I can't do this anymore. It's frustrating me too much.

I'll be home tonight.

Chain Drinking Redbull.

It was the thought that maybe I would do something for myself. As I laid down on the train tracks I thought, " this is going to be great for my figure, right?"
"OH YES IT WILL!", announced the gathering crowd.

:::

He unlatched his helmet and placed it on the table. It didn't look right so he turned the table around. She walked into the kitchen and asked, "why have the tables turned?" He replied, "because that's the way I want it to be from now on."

:::
"This wall is in my way."
"And? What are you going to do about it? It's a wall."
"I'm going to walk through it."
:::

It's Not Scary Until It Happens

The other night I had a dream that the world had a regular occurances of locusts. They moved in and out like fronts of weather. It was so normal that it was broadcasted like weather. Today we have a front of locust coming from the north and moving down towards the central Illinois. Frankly, it was one of the worse nightmare I had in a while.
The dream consisted of me and my friends wanting to drive to Chicago, but I had to get back to St. Louis by one. We were trying to rationalize when would be the best time to leave and get back. We considered that it would take 2 hours to get there and get back, BUT we had to make more time because there was a severe locust warning that we would have to drive through. Imagine driving through a swarm of locusts. Terrifying.
Well I wondered why in the world would I have a dream so I went to a dream dictionary and looked up locusts. I didn't think locusts would have any meaning or that other people would also have locusts in their dreams, but it means that I am lacking creative and emotional stimulation...

Can You Hold On While I Sob Quietly?

bah. lately i have drinking a lot of items that taste like cough syrup. cherry coffee and grape fanta.

bah. work is taking so much out of me. it's the last week for this year but i am so tired.

bah. class. how is it possible to learn new material while studying for a final.

bah. it's so cold.

bah. i need the sun. i think i'm getting depressed without it.

bah.i'm trapped and i can't get out.

bah. my mind is talking really loudly and i can't get it to stop.

bah.help me.

bah. quiet sobs.