I don't really have anything interesting to say, I just felt like I should say something cause It's been a while. And yeah, the subject's a non-sequitor, there will be no mention of puppies (or canines of any age) in the following scribbles.
I dunno... I've been so depressed lately. And so lonely. Lonelier than I felt in a long while. I've never been this depressed and this lonely at the same time. I just... yeah. Oh, and I'm behind in almost all my classes, because on top of my usual procrastination I've found that it's really hard to spend the morning at work feeling like I'm going to cry and the afternoon in class fantasizing about going to sleep and never waking up, and then in the evening go home, sit down, and write an essay about Indian teleological arguments. Hell, more and more often I can't even make it to class because I'm too upset to move and I know I'd just start sobbing and have to leave anyway.
Oh yeah, one bit of news I can share: I was hospitalized a few weeks ago. That was a whole shitty adventure, my first real interaction with the police (previously it had just been the two or three times I've been in the backseat when my parents have gotten pulled over), and my first time inside an ambulance.
*Sigh*... Okay, see, there was stuff I wanted to say here, but I can't do it because I'm afraid of who might see this. I thought I'd start with some other topics and then get around to it, but now I realize that's just not going to happen, so, yeah, nevermind that.
I'm still at the University right now. It's almost 10 at night, and I have work in the morning, so I should've left hours ago. I've been sitting here typing various things (an autobiographical short story that won't ever be posted here, lyrics I need to transfer to my ipod when I get home, etc.) for about six hours straight. This is the neat effect of Adderall; I meant to look something up really quick and then write a paper, but I was so focused on what I was doing I couldn't stop. Imagine how productive tonight would have been if I'd decided to write my essay first and then do my other stuff instead of thinking I'd get the distractions out of the way and then do my schoolwork.
Oh well. After work tomorrow I'll take another dose and put it to class-related use. Polisci tomorrow, work on Saturday, Anthropologies of Death on Sunday and Monday.
- Mood:
Shitty - Listening to: Limp Wrist - I Love Hardcore Boys
- Reading: The Second Treatise of Civil Government
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FUCK YOU. PLEASE TAKE OFFENSE TO THIS, YOU PIECE OF SHIT.
yes.
i broke down and got one.
don't judge.
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FUCK YOU. PLEASE TAKE OFFENSE TO THIS, YOU PIECE OF SHIT.
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'Tis an ill wind that blows no minds.
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FUCK YOU. PLEASE TAKE OFFENSE TO THIS, YOU PIECE OF SHIT.
Well, now that that's over, I stopped by to say, "Thanks for the stalkage," so...
Thanks for the stalkage!
And... +drum roll+ IMMA GUNNA STALK YO ASS TOO FOO!!!
Yes, that was said in a ghetto voice.
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satan was there.
satan was real to me.
and satan called himself god.
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FUCK YOU. PLEASE TAKE OFFENSE TO THIS, YOU PIECE OF SHIT.
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'Tis an ill wind that blows no minds.
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