...and every day, the paper boy brings more.

I want so bad to do something....for here, you know...And I find it difficult. >> ... Even the faces won't help me out anymore, bastards. I SWEAR TO G0DORZ that I'm going to have something up here before December, something good. Homecoming's tommorow. I'm supposed to get drunk and then go to the game, or the other way around. So, yeah, yaaaaaay... :\ Some demon put bricks on my chest, pressure, sinking, yaaaaayy... OH, enough complaining.

It's sooo fucking hard to wake up now. :\ And I tend to..Oh, wait, let me tell a story. XD I was in Spanish...and I was writing something...And then my head went to sleep, and I could still see, and I knew that I was seeing, but I couldn't do what I wanted to..I was writing some jibberish, that even I could not make out, the king of jibber-jabber that I am. It was if I wasn't in my body, but watching it through...a lens..in my eys..that weren't mine... It was snrang... to teh MAXORZ, indeed. You see, it's all due to the fact that I require at least thirteen hours of sleep, and get only five-ish.

...All of my journal entrys involve sleep... XD

Oh, shit, notice how that ended so abruptly, like NOW, and it ends. Woah... I ammuse myself.... In so many more ways than one. >> << >> << ¬¬ < don't fuck with that guy, he's mean.