epiphany

shit, I suddenly realized that I'm way in the bell jar.

1) Currently, messy haired, braless, stone cold steve austin t-shirt and long johns
2) all I ate today? a box of apple jacks
3) I'm on a week-long OC marathon, hello 2004: better times


I need to fix this immediately, I mean how the hell is seasonal depression so sneaky and infiltrating? help. help. help.

I just wish I could stop being so damn sad all the time. I remember exactly where I was this time last year, in the same rut. some things have changed, but not many. I can just bet that in 2 months time, when I am forced to finally complete this year of my life, I will end up crying tears of apathy and discontent in traffic. Power of suggestive thinking? perhaps. I should be able to fix this, I really should. But I can't, that, in and of itself, is only making things worse.

Night Moves

all I do is eat, sleep, watch re-runs of the O.C. on the soap network (new low), and do homework. By homework I mean consuming mass amounts of Haribo with my books in my lap whilst watching the O.C. Good thing I'm still on season 1 because I have a month left to kill in this awful city. Sunshine awaits, I just have to keep reminding myself.

"HELL HATH NO FURY, LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED"

let the roommate wars begin.

one day I'd like to know what it is to be truly happy.

Under the Bridge

Sometimes I hate cursing. It makes me feel dirty, carnal, in a way that doesn't fit my personality. Other times it is the clearest way to express how I feel. As in: I want to fuck Anthony Kiedes.