so perhaps i was being a bit overly-dramatic yesterday. or perhaps i am so lazy i convinced myself that everything was ok. i didn't rewrite the essay. after looking at it again they said something abt having extra space. true, i doubt they meant an entire page extra, but yeah.

i just don't care.

i was telling my friends at lunch today that i feel like i'm one of those kids on drugs in an after-school special. you know, started out as an A student having everything together and now doesn't give a shit and randomly misses class and hands in sub-par work and no one knows why. well, i'm not on drugs. to which one of my friends offered to smoke some weed with me.

i considered it, but decided i don't need another excuse to be lazy. and i also don't have the money. plus, i've smoked before and it only makes me sleepy and stupid. i'm already sleepy and stupid enough.

it was amusing anyway.

i have a really weird confession to make. i think i am the descendant of vampires. i think the neck is a highly erogenous zone... i have this picture of matt nathanson on my desktop and his head is turned to the right and his neck is all... yummy looking. once a couple of years ago i drank too much tequila and gave the boy a massive hickey on his neck... it was really gross. but some boys' necks are just soooo sexy to me.

i'm turning into the biggest weirdo, aren't i?

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