Judging by the smell of things, my neighbors have apparently been too busy smoking pot to take out the trash for the past month. A skunk got onto our porch last night and tore open the trash. Now it's all over the place. I woke up the smell of skunk in my nostrils.

I want new neighbors.

I've had a headache since Sunday. If it persists, I will cut it off. 

I can't wait until my crockpot beans are done cooking so I can eat them. 

I could live off of Diet Coke, Cheetos, ice cream and/or chocolate chip cookies. That is terrible. 

Most importantly, whiny people irritate me. Shut up and get over it. (This doesn't include me, of course)

There's a bunch of shows I want to see coming up: 

The Almost

The Chariot and Oh Sleeper

Taking Back Sunday and Fun

Haste the Day and The Devil Wears Prada

If I get to see all of these, or even half, I will be complete. 

OK, no, I need to see them all. 

I've said some pretty stupid stuff today because I didn't sleep well last night or any of the nights since last Thursday. Here's a few examples. 

  

I was supposed to be at class today from 2:20-3:50 but I showed up at 2:50 because I got it confused with another class that meets right next to it from 2:50-3:50 on a different day. I had a story due today too so it looked like I was one of those slackers that couldn't get the story finished on time. 

I said that triangles don't naturally exist. 

For my radio show, they have a set schedule for us to follow of when we're supposed to do say and play what, and I was in charge of it this week. At the end of the show, we were a full ten minutes off. Five of the songs just didn't get played.

I talked to my roommate for like 15 minutes about how a poem I was going to write. Here is that poem: 

I wish we could all be normal again.

I wish we could all be normal again. 

(The middle is open for interpretation. hahaha). 

Basically, I've just been talking out of my butt all day. 

Frustrated

I'm an english writing major, and I hate everything I've written so far this semester. It's all horrible. 

BURFDAY

Happy Birthday Justin!

Sorry you didn't find $280 at Target this year. We should have done a better job of recreating last year's circumstances. 

On the upside, here's a cake...

...half eaten by a dirty toddler.

I found this picture somewhere on the interwebz. 

Sorry this is a few hours belated, I was doing homework. 

So, here's what's happening right now. 

I'm sitting at my desk in my room, which has no AC. As a result, I have a fan. This fan oscillates and I don't know how to make it not oscillate. Every time is oscillates its way to the furthest left, it blows my whacky whiskers calendar into my face. I am extremely irritated. 

Oh and the internet connection drops every five or so minutes.