Current mood:

amused

yay for frivolous spending.

now i dont have money for clothes, cigarettes, or drugs, at least not beyond the week. i am happy though.


tomorrow i write my essay, like, forreal.

wednesday i need to go to davis to get my transcripts (fuck. i won't have money for that, either, but i'll figure that out.)(and actually i don't have to go to davis to get my transcripts on wednesday. i actually should wait to get them until after i get admitted, as per the instructionals. I already, however, cleared the afternoon, and i want to go see laura.

thursday hopefully my frivolous purchase will be here in time for our frivolous thursday night.

riday perhaps more frivolity, then a nap, and then i believe i will be getting drunk with Chris again.

somewhere between wednesday and thursday i need to bullshit a paper for Emily on the goddamned book i didn't read, comparing it to the goddamned essay i didn't read. i am such a goddamned bad student. but, i mean, really, she was the first person who actually told me college was for learning to bullshit. it's actually from her i get the words i use - the whole point of college is to be able to talk about something intelligently without knowing anything about it.


ugh.

fuck.

it's mignight. i need to get up and work all day tomorrow. i should go to bed.

i'm not tired.

i'm a little hungry, and my loins hurt.


i also don't feel like not writing, if you couldn't tell.


balls. i'm off.