i don't have a title

today i read a david rackoff book, ate oreos with peanut butter all while listening to the garden state soundtrack. and to top it off, it was raining outside, and i was inside wearing sweats...heavenly.

i bought a new book today. it's by steve martin. it's called pure drivel. it only cost a dollar. i don't typically go for celebrity literature. but steve martin is funny. that, and it only cost a dollar.

i have a paper due tomorrow and i'm typing a blog. maybe i should like not do this or something. or maybe i should. i don't know.

i feel like being witty and charming tonight. but i just don't feel that happening.

***note to self: call grandma***

alright...bus org...bus org...bus org...bus org....dumb. i don't want to do it. i don't want to go to class tomorrow. i'm thinking about skipping chapel again. that would mean that i have skipped all but one this semester, i'm not off to a good start. i don't want to go to first aid tomorrow. i do want to have lunch with lisa. i do not want to go bowling. i do...but not for class. i don't want to go to work, i like work, but i haven't done anything for it tomorrow. i do want to go to bed. as a matter of fact i want to sleep for the rest of my life. i've already taken two naps today, and i just want to go to bed.

maybe that is a bad sign. maybe i'm getting depressed. maybe i have an african sleeping sickness...except of course i've never been to africa...and i've never had sex with someone who's been to africa....as a matter of fact....actually i'm just not going to finish that thought. maybe i'm getting that one sickness where you sleep for months at a time, only to wake up and the sleep for a few more months. maybe i'm like that one guy in that one fairy tale that slept for like a hundred years. you know the one. the one with the old man and the bowling like pirates or something. i can't remember what it was called. not rumplestiltskin, but something equally annoying. umm. crap. oh well. or maybe i'm just turning into a pillow or something, and i'm just preparing for the long amounts of sleep that i will be participating in over the next few months, or years of my life. i suppose that the life span of a pillow varies according to its owner.

no carla, it is not bad that you are just picking and choosing things out of there to write about. p.s. carla: sorry i was a bitch. maybe i'm just tired. or maybe i'm just a bitch.

but i digress, i don't know from what though. i wasn't really talking about anything anyway. not that anyone will care anyway. i feel like perhaps this post will make me loose friends too. p.s. jonny: i'm too lazy to actually comment on your post. but i wanted to say that i feel awful for finding those comics to be so completely amazing. thanks. and i'll still be your friend.

chrissy: I heart you....just in case you forgot.

alright, now this is starting to feel slightly reminiscent of the oscars or something...and that's dumb cause i'm not amazing enough to write an acceptance speech. i think that if i were to write an acceptance speech, it would be as follows: "I'd like to thank the maintenance man for fixing our toilet today, now i can poop without fear of an accidental drowning".

that is all.