I'm starting to think I work well under pressure. I have been staring at a partially filled out Word document for the better part of 6 hours, at least. I supposed I'd do better if I left it alone till monday, but then I'd be all stressed, and I'd never heard the end of "YOU HAD ALL OF 3 DAYS TO GET THAT ESSAY DONE, AND YOU JUST WASTED IT ON THAT DAMN COMPUTER!". And I'm supposed to writing about Edgar Allen Poe, one of my favorite authors, the KING of gothic literature, and what? big white boxes of blankness.

To make matters worse, there is more compulsory bondage to family. Veronica's birthday, as well as 2 of my aunts. And they're always late, and we lose our table, and we stand there for 2 fucking hours... and they always say it won't happen again, but it always does.

And again we're in a rut. Same shit, week in, week out.Hopefully I get it done tomorrow morning and slip out and take the bus so I can get some e strings. Can't become a rock goddess if I can't play.

If I had only one wish, just one out of three, take me back to the way things, used to be-when everything was so simple and free-The Jaded Monkeys

Older Stuff:
weird weird dream. - June 18, 2006
jobness! - June 08, 2006
rommate flux - May 29, 2006
- - May 28, 2006
- - May 19, 2006

don't be afraid of the future. it doesn't include you, it only removes you.

It is the duty of every patriot to protect his country from his government."
- Thomas Payne