Current mood:	stressed
Current music:	The White Stripes- "Jolene"

Happiness is just a teardrop away.

Hello world,

Sigh, What a day its going to be. I have a 12 page paper due tomorrow and so far my paper is only a half a page long.  I’m freaked out, but Ive managed before so no worries

I watched Shrek 2 and I decided that I would really like to have fairy god mother. I really want to live in Far Far Away, except that it reminds me far to much of corporate america, and capitalism can lick my non-existant balls. With numerous chains of Fat Friar’s Fast food (it’s employees are probably underpaid), and the various Princess Mansion’s cluttering the streets of Far Far Away, it’s a very easy comparison.  But still the whole idea of having a fairy god mother seems pretty kick ass.  I mean Cinderella didn’t have it that bad off and SHE got fairy god mother, how many slippers do I have to lose before I land me one.

And trust me…I can lose shoes.

Did I mention, I’m still missing my left shoe?  Well I’m still missing my left shoe. Even though my wanna-be black chucks are now favorite shoes ever, I still miss Waly (I named him J)

It’s seems like another random thought day again.

My Crazy Thinks

Teresa and I decided that they should start a Nap Class in school. I would be in Nap Class AP, because I can sleep anywhere (my REM cycle has been ALL around town, what a whore), and Teresa would be in regular which wouldn’t help her GPA at ALL.

If you see a Doors (or just a plain Jimmy Morrison) lighter anywhere in your travels, buy it for me! I promise I’ll reimburse you. I just want one sooo bad!!

Wouldn’t it be amazing to be a dog. Just for a day. They have the best lives ever. They don’t work, they sleep. Or at least mine does, and bark. She just sleeps her little butt off all day, and when she wants to play, she plays. She does a few measly tricks and gets rewarded. How tight is that?

Can you believe it? Ive been single and havent gone on one single date since….november! That is crazy cool, but sorta sad in a way. I miss the male population, however hopelessly retarded they may be as a whole.  I want a boy, not to fall madly in love with, but to chill with, be with, mess around with, laugh with, cry with, talk with, be stupid with. Wouldn’t that be awesome?

I think that be the end of my crazy thinks

I think life is far too drunk with reality, and dreamers suffer for it.

i'm off, mac and cheese time babes