my head hurts. i'm bored. i applied to be a crime scene cleaner. i hope i get the job. i also applied to transfer to cal state fullerton. i'm finally going to get me a ba. yay me. but yeah, i really want that job. my head still hurts. and i'm still bored.
i'm always forgetting to check out the new sets. i'll come by like every two weeks and have to catch up. usually only one or two of those new sets stand out from the rest and make me exuberate with joy. ah, the wonders of suicideland. isn't it stupendous?
insomnia like a mother fucker. i can't sleep. i don't know when to sleep anymore. and when i do sleep i don't sleep long enough. someone knock me the fuck out so i can get some z's, please.
still raining still pouring. have to go to work in a few, blah. have to practice my spanish for spanish class, blah. i need to create. no more blah. the girlfriend is now living with me (so far so good). time to go, blah.