I miss the comfort of livejournal, but I can never think of anything to rant about.
I'm sure I have a lot in my brain that it would love me to get out.

Narcolepsy?

What the fuck was I on this morning?

mood: confused

I have all the symptoms of narcolepsy.
This isn't me being a hypochondriac, I'm well past that phase.
If I do have narcolepsy, there are so many things in my life past and present that would make so much more sense.
This could explain most of my problems that have always been attributed to either anxiety or depression, and why I never responded well to medication for either.
This could explain why I constantly feel that my life is "spinning out of control".

...

Sleep clinic, here I come.




Or maybe I'm just crazy?

mood: intimidated

What up, tards?
It's been a while...

Tomorrow is the busiest day of the year.
All of my school projects, papers, exams, and presentations are due.
To top it all off, I have an interview in Westminster between classes.
YAY!

I can't wait for Friday.

Oh yeah, I quit smoking.
For real this time.
And I feel fine about it.

Over the past two weeks I have also:
-watched, and enjoyed, a football game
-shared milk with another human being
-voluntarily worn make-up


Okay, I'm done here.

location: home mood: ACK! tags: friday, life, school, who cares about tags anyway?

I feel like my life is spinning out of control, even though people close to me keep assuring me that it's not.

How did I get myself into such a crappy pool of crap?

School is horrible, mainly because I just stopped paying attention to it and fell behind.
Work isn't very well either, and I have no money.

There is nothing I can do to remedy either of these things until the semester is over, and it sucks.
Well, obviously I can just suck it up and do my best, but that's what I'm already doing, and it feels like it's just not enough.


To top it all off, I have two papers due today and I can't get the goddamn things off of my laptop and onto a puter that is connected to a printer because I forgot my USB key and my laptop doesn't have internet capabilities or a disk drive.
That was a gushing rant.

Whatever.
I hate it all.

I'm going to sell all of my belongings and move to Mexico.
Maybe I'll join a monastery or nunnery or whatever the fuck.
Or maybe I'll get in good with a dancing troupe and perform for rich American perverts who think I'm 12 years old.

location: UB mood: pessimistic tags: mexico, school, work

I start my job at Pet Smart today.
Not sure whether I'm looking forward to it or not.
My job situation sucks ass right now.



Turkey makes it okay.

location: home mood: complacent music: Montel? tags: turkey day, work

My friends have strange lives.
Ya'll crazy.

I had a migraine of doom last night. 
It sucked a lot.

How is it that I always have something jogging around my brain to put in this here journal, but when I sit down at the computer it's gone?
Was that proper grammar?
Probably not.

Chinamen are being creepy toward my boyfriend.
I'm convinced it's payback for all the Jin jokes.

I learned a lot yesterday about spontaneous human combustion and spiritualism.
That's what I do with a day off, I suppose.

Vote Irish.
I take pride in being able to say that I take night classes in the most dangerous of American cities.
It makes me feel like such a bad-ass.

location: UB mood: awake tags: brain issues, chinamen, elections, friends, justin, lost, the paranormal

so this is my new journal.
huh.

i figured the other one was getting stale.
now i can't decide whether to get rid of it or not.

and now i can't decide what to put in this one.

what the hell am i doing?



drinking fresca and listening to brittni play guitar, i suppose.

location: home mood: groggy music: brittni's guitar