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Starting home for T-Day on Friday around 3pm. Taking a friend home first, to Warrenville. Then trying to find Val's place downtown during rush hour. Hopefully it'll snow.

Everybody have a good break.




Little excerpt from a conversation Nathan and I had concerning happy people:

N: You know, they're probably not happy all the time.
A: No, but they look like they are, and that pisses me off.

- = Pez Fiend = -

On Pez

I think they put nicotine or crack in Pez.

- = Hopped Up = -

Skleep

Just found techno remixes to Bubble Bobble, Contra, Zelda, PacMan and MegaMan, along with a rather cool jazzy version of the Super Mario Bros. theme. They're pretty good.

The SMB theme even has the themes from the different worlds in the game too, like all that underwater music... And the dungeon themes...

They really take me back. Used to play Contra and Bubble Bobble and SMB for days at a time.

Vielleicht werde ich diese Schriebzeug in meine Aug stecken...

- = Skleep needed = -

D is for...

Got a D on my last Physics Exam. Yahoo. Did well on the first two, but after taking the third last night I knew I was screwed. I guess I've got the Final to hopefully boost that average; we'll see. Talking to the Prof on Thursday.

- = Pretty smurfed up = -

Verrückt

If any children or whatever are reading my blog for any reason, please skip this post.














You've been warned.













I'm going fucking insane.

My stomach is literally trying to dissolve itself with some sort of crazy ass acid that I think it's been concocting for several years now, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

I'm practically shaking all over. Seriously. I feel this powerful urge to run full tilt into the fucking wall, in hopes that I'll hit my head hard enough and lose consciousness.

I'm rocking back and forth and it's fucking 2:14 am and I have an 8am class tomorrow and an exam tomorrow night at 7pm that I haven't fucking studied for, and will be studying for all of tomorrow when I'm not in class.

There's no way in hell that I'm going to get to sleep before 4am, and I have no Nyquil or Tylenol PM to help at all. Even if I did, it would be too late to take them.

I went jogging at 1:30am in the 25 degree fucking cold in hopes that (whoops, there goes my heart, skipping it's few beats again) I could lose some of this damned energy and maybe get an acceptable amount of sleep tonight.

I tried writing for a bit, thought it would help, but aside from my GOD DAMNED FUCKING ARTHRITIC FUCKING hands refusing to work, I don't know how much it aided me in this whole fucking whateverthehellmyfuckingproblemis.

And I really apologize for all the damned swearing, but I feel that it actually helps, at least a little bit, with whatever the hell I'm feeling right now.


- = Think happy fucking thoughts = -