the printers in the computer lab must die. all of them. along with those stupid lab monitors who are never "happy to assist you" i've spent a very long time trying to do my retarded english paper so i'll have it done ahead of time but no, things don't seem to want me to stop procrastinating. well fuck it, i'm not gonna print it out. i'm just gonna wait til tomorrow and make CJ figure it out for me, so there. kiss my ass you stupid mac lab.

so yah anyhow, i'm feeling much better now. my head is less cloudy, much less, now i'm tired. but that's okie cuz i've got a take home essay mid term to do because i'm no longer going to procrastinate and so i'm actually going to do it before it's due, this way i won't have to worry about not getting it done. yah, something like that.

i just keep getting distracted, that's the problem with me. everytime i sit down to do something, other things come up. there's always something else i want to read or something i want to clean or someone, er something i want to do, so on and so forth. things never get done until i stay up all night before it's due, drinking MD after MD trying to deprive my awesome body of even more much needed sleep.

so i guess i better go, do my essay. that's it...must leave. going now. as soon as i do this one thing....

i spend many hours wonder, why does the computer lab's printer hate me so much? it always seems to be dying right when i need to use it. i just noticed that it's cabled down. who the hell would wanna steal that humongous ass dinosaur printer that never works? all it ever prints is those test sheets. i've got about 50 of them in my folder if you'd like to see one.

i really should be working on my essay right now, but i feel more like going outside and having an MD/nico break. yah, cuz that's the kinda girl i am.

ooh...happiness: K-Dave, who will very shortly become simply Dave or perhaps Sexiest Man in my Universe, came to see me (quite unexpectedly) at work today. he brought me James Iha's Let it Come Down, which i did not buy myself because for the price they were asking at towers i could have bought filet mignon or however you spell it for an entire 3rd world country. he also gave me an answer to my cloudy expression of my affections. now i will output a sigh of disgustingly sickening happiness. there, wasn't that simply yucky? everything is so beautiful! spiff spiff

today me and Ryan (aka the bestest driver in the entire world of pizza) were discussing sucking fingers. it was pretty funny, trust me, you had to be there. i don't think girls get nearly as much pleasure from having their fingers sucked as guys do. i'd much rather be doing the sucking as i'm sure most guys would much rather be the sucked. there's just something to be said for having a nice hard finger in your mouth. mmm good, like campbell's soup but harder, not as hot, and a lot more fun to swallow. oh wait, that's something else, can't swallow fingers...they don't do that. darn.