I'm trapped at my house due to horrible road conditions, so I'll be cleaning my room and eating sandwiches. So exciting, I know.

Goddamn, they won't even let me think. Is this fucking Harrison Berguron? Every time a thought enters my head, they have to let out a high pitched noise? My mom or sister talk more then they breath. Fucking Chris Dodd should charge them Carbon emissions tax- they're the cause of 99% of Ozone depletion.

Besides, who fucking hides easter eggs in a messy house? Uh, it took me three months to find my cell phone, it's probably not wise to hide EGGS around the house if you have early stage alzheimer's.

So I completely fucked up my media writing assignments, and I still have so much more to do. I haven't paid my credit card bill either, so I have to wrestle with both Chase and WaMu wednesday- AFTER my interview.

I just need my music on 783 decibels, my cigarettes, my boy (funny how he's 'my boy' now- it's not romantic, but it's refreshingly deep), my privacy, and my outlet of writing. Holy fucking eh.

I feel so largathic and useless. I don't know what I'll do if I don't get into Fredonia.

Fahrenheit 451 is amazing. Not for the science fiction aspect, not for the social commentary, but how relevant to my life it is. I can't decide whether or not I'm Clarise or Montag, but if I get hit by a car, we'll know, right?

+ My nose itches like motherfucking crazy.

+ I need a job, and employment does not come easy.

+ I would fall head over heels if someone had enough confidence to say, "take all your big plans, and break 'em". I'm tired of guys who mumbled, those who are too afraid to ask for what they want. I'm not looking for driven future corporate sharks- I'm not looking for anything- and overachievers make me uncomfortable, but for godsakes become a person. Don't be a fucking cardboard cut out. There's only one guy that interests me, in a platonic way, and it seems like he wanes between a spirited person, and just another splotch on the landscape.

Maybe.

I can't get over this immobilizing fear that the world is running out of resources. Salmon in California, corn and wheat, WATER. Who knew that oil wouldn't be as precious as we thought? It's frightening, really, really fucking terrifying to me.

Anyone else notice that the Ben from Lost kinda looks a tad bit like Kim Jong Il?

I'm really nervous about not having health insurance. Really nervous. Fuck my parents for not caring at all.

Man, I am becoming more and more anxious. I want a job.. I can hold off on my credit card bills until I get my financial aid refund, but I want something to do. I only go to school Tuesday and Thursday, and it's 1.5 hours away so unless I feel like wasting all that gas to chill with my friend, I'm better off just staying home.

Alas, there's no jobs available near me, plus I'm working on block island the whole summer. Oh well.

Man, with the decline of GJ I might just be tempted to post here.

.. and then forget about LJ for another two years.