he's got feelings

i really, really, really want to delete this blog today.

i have this problem sometimes when i cant bring myself to open emails and i torture myself for hours and hours, sometimes days, thinking, oh no, i dont want to read that, so i won't open it, even though i DON'T know what's in the contents of the email or i NEED to read it for whatever reasons. they're like bombs waiting for detonation. i can't handle it.

ugh.

anyway... its 1 49am here and i am trying to ignore the mess in my room for as long as possible. sometimes i'm such a pig i scare myself.

hillary an i watched two hours of pointless tv in her room before i got up and said okkkkkk enough procrastinating, then i went to my room and stared at my laptop for about half an hour before ray called me, thank god. then i got to go to her room and lie on her perfectly made bed and pretend to listen to her talk about her economics exam. ok i didn't pretend, i was only half listening because i was doing this awesome drawing.

writing a postcard to john right now. what should i write on it? i sent a postcard to malcolm and it only had shitty questions on it, like ARE YOU LIVING LIFE TO THE POINT OF TEARS? or something to that lame ass effect. i forget. maybe i will ask malcolm what i wrote. hahahaha ha ha ha.

listened to dave's band's album for a while. their stuff is really good actually, which is unfortunate because now i wouldn't be able to go to his shows without feeling completely awkward. i should have gone before. hmmmmmm. righto.

oh man i got a B+ on a court reporting assignment i did two weeks ago. my highest mark on a single assignment in the stupid reporting class, thus far. someone gimme a gold star.