i think i'm finally done writing a draft of my grad writeup. thank lord. ive fooled around with it too much that it's on the line that seprates genius and crap, leaning towards the craptacular generic side.... umm what? im obvs an insane weirdo perfectionist. i need sleep i think.

my back hurts like a motherfucker. whatta suprise. i wonder if i ever get an operation on my back and when they cut everything open they'll see great big cracks down my spine...

150 words for a freaking grade 12 yearbook blurb is tres impossible. i'm about 16 words over which is annoying me into pieces. meh. i'll deal with it later. right now i need some fucking sleep.

ciao