"... it smells like an old civil war museum in here."

I can't listen to Ben Folds without feeling a bit weepy. Sad, but true. That's what past relationships do to you. You love these amazing artists, then suddenly a stupid boy takes them away from you because you aren't emotionally stable. Yacchh.

I got a 44 on my Spanish test. I don't care.
Spanish is my major too, and I still don't care.
I've been in this constant state of nonchalant epic, lazy blah-ness, for lack of more intelligent words.

Let's see what I did in English today... doodled. What do I do everyday? Dream, draw. That's it. Thank god I'm taking 2D design next semester. That'll save me.

I'm lonely here in my single room... the first floor caves of Parkhurst. Everyone in here with the exception of Kait, Kat, and Chelsea, sucks. Maybe I'm just not social and cookie-cutter for everyone else. Or maybe I don't give two shits? Maybe.

I'd laugh hysterically if someone I know actually reads this. Good luck...
Well, I'm off to illegally download some albums and bust my butt at the gym.

Mazeltov.