Good Morning. It's 1:00 pm, I love college sometimes.
What an interesting, drunken night.
Rereading my texts are always nice... watching a guy throw up in a cup right in front of you, not so nice.

I really want to get my tattoo redone. Get some colors in there to mix it up.

Short blog post.

Gotta shower, get the bar smell outta me, and head to Statistics.

I'm ready to get out of here. It's hard for me to make the best of things when I'm stuck in this goddamn drafty, lonely dorm room. I've realized that my closest friends are the ones at home. Sure, I've got some good ones here... but it hasn't been enough to get me by lately.

AH my problems are irrelevant. I make a big deal over little problems. I shouldn't even be talking about this right now.

"... 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.

Sitting in Panera.

Oh, John's Creek.

Tomorrow I head back to good ol' Millyville.
To an excess of English papers, Spanish compositions, and studying for finals next week.
Ay dios mio.
My plan for tomorrow is to drive up to Milledgeville early.. leave at about 11 or so. Once I get there, I have to finish this Spanish project and post it to Youtube. (?)
Then.. I get to study my life away in the library with Kait. Luckily i'll be with her to keep me company though.
I'm not looking forward to this. It's going to be one of the hardest weeks of my life. I'm sick and not quite up to this, but what choice do I have? I'm borderline failing math.. and the final determines if I pass or fail. Ugh. I'm such an underachiever when it comes to school.

I stop caring.
Oh well.. I best stop lollygagging (!) and I best start working on... who the hell knows what.
All I really want to do is go to sleep..
ahhh.

Mononucleosis.

Here I am, 1 am, blogging.
I'm a horrible blogger.

My thoughts are random and completely unnecessary,
but isn't that the point of blogging in the first place?
To share and extend on your own ideas and thoughts?

This is week three of mono. I'm screwed for my finals and i'm borderline failing... I don't know, 2 classes? I'm not cut out for school. Never have been... never will be. The age old question, what will I do with my life? It's time for me to either crack down and study... or do something so crazy that it changes my perspective on my future. I'm completely socially awkward.. how do I get over this? How do I take that chance? Ugh.. 19 year old angst!

I don't even know what Dayvan means. Perhaps I should look that up.
My mom just yelled at me for being to loud while I was brushing my teeth. Sorry that I use a jackhammer instead of a toothbrush, MOM. Haaaha.

Blogging tires me. Maybe I should do this more often.