i dug my keys into the sides of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive

i miss doing handwash laundry in my bathtub. hell, i miss everything.

finally done my paper. my sleeping/eating/whatever patterns are all fucked, and my room looks like there was a tycoon in here, but I'M DONE THE FRIGGIN ESSAY. i was fourteen minutes late in handing it in and 550 words over the word limit. hooray!

today i ate:

- an energy drink
- three bowls of dry mini-wheats (while procrastinating)
- four chocolate chip cookies
- a bottle of apple juice
- greasy takeout stirfry
- peppermint tea with fake sweetner
- atlantic "salmon" slices on crackers (the quotes because pacific salmon is real salmon)

i didn't eat dinner. (stirfry was lunch). the last time i ate was at 11am... think i should eat something? it is now 2 41am.

had a giant talk with denise and a giant talk with dara. i can't record down everything that was said, tho i wish sometimes phones recorded these things so i can save them and listen to cassettes later. why is everything so fucking meaningful. life is strange.

the next two weeks are going to be plain hell because i put off working on my article for soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long and articles can't be done the night before the due date because research and interviews have to be done. holy fucking shit i am so fucking screwed for the next two weeks, how am i going to fucking survive? STRESSED. OUT. TO. THE. MAX.

and i discovered i am even a worse procrastinator than i originally thought i was... thank you essay for proving that point.