the most tender place in my heart is for strangers.

there's a storm a-brewing.

ugh. dara just left msn and now theres nobody left. i feel so needy. ew

LATE NITE RAMBLE BEGINS NOW!

i can't believe i write for such a shitty newspaper and yet have to work so hard for it... unbelievable. 90% of the stuff doesnt even get published. oh well, free cds don't hurt.

i had a pretty fat msn conversation with zach about our commandeering soco half. (cough cough). i'm good at bitching about people, AHAHAHAHA. he left saying "i feel i've let out enough anger for the nite" which was funny because he didn't seen angry at all. if he were talking in person, he wouldn't have even frowned or raised his voice.

YES SIR RIGHT AWAY SIR, OF COURSE I'LL BRING THOSE BURNED CDS TO THE TRIP, SIR.

cough syrup is the nastiest stuff, it makes me want to vomit.

i should get to sleep before i get sicker eh?

i've checked the same blog over 10 times in the same hour tonite. getting antsy. i didn't pack yet and i haven't done some other important things and i am making myself more bizzy tomorrow by procrastinating. yarr.

sometimes when i lie in bed at nite, i think about my family or friends dying early. tears pop out and my nose stings. i don't know why but i do this regularly.

sometimes i intentionally don't read the paper because reading it makes me feel so down.