whine.

I'm tired. Its freezing outside. I have to open tommorrow, which means waking up at 5 am. I don't want to read anymore history books, I want to lay in the sun and read a Christopher Moore book and listen to stupid pop on my ipod. I want to be home all the time, I'm tired of the dorm room that makes me feel all stuffy in my head. I'm breaking out and I want the streak in my hair to go away, but I want Debbie to do it so my hair doesn't fall out of my head. I want a cigarette. I miss my mom. I'm broke all the time, how will I ever move off campus?


But...

Its been almost a whole day and I haven't chewed my fingers (the bad ones are wrapped up in bandaids) so maybe i'll kick one gross habit. Eric came to visit and it was quite wonderful. I think I picked a badass topic to research in my Pop Culture class, and I don't have to work or go to class tonite, so I'm going to relax and do what I want. It will be awesome.