a test of your intelligence and zest for the counter-productive

3:12 p.m. x 2006-04-24

i had to skip my second class today, which burned my toast because i WANTED to go to class but i had so much SHIT to do. ergh...my hands are shaking.

look at em go. whoohohohoo.

i wrote laura a despairingly, wretchingly, embarrassingly long ass email which i promptly deleted. i spoke briefly to a boy at school who'd gotten into a car wreck. i ate a bunch of ice cream cones sans ice cream (i'm just into the cones).

my eyes hurt. i'm supposed to be writing a paper. i am, rather-ish. as i said, i was writing laura an email. she's still meaning to respond to my last one but i figure i'd hit her up again, until i wrote it then hated it then deleted it. errgh.

i've been getting up close and intimate
some close calls but i'm getting into it
in some states they say you can burn for it
but i'll burn that bridge when i get to it...

dresden dolls, "mandy goes to med school"

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
(& etc)

anybody can be just like me, obviously.
not too many can be like you, fortunately.
KL 02-11