The last two weeks of my life have been completely insane. I haven't had one second to sit and breathe.

I've had friends visiting, which turned into a two week narcotic binge, mix with dancing every night, Hole Mole every morning, a run in with the law, about 5,000 cigarettes, dragging my tired ass all over the city, blood, bruises and broken bones. Overall, we certainly scored an 'A' in painting the town red, but now my body is pissed and I'm broke.

I've been sick for about a week now. I know, I know, I deserve it, but still.

Daze and sickness aside, I started school again. Only this time with a declared major and a goal, which equals actually having to work. I guess that's a good thing . . . right? What I'm really stressed about is work, or lack there of. What is so damn hard about working with my school schedule? Hello, starving student here.

Enough whining already, maybe some pictures will illustrate my point . . .