it doesn’t matter what time i manage to lose consciousness, doesn’t matter at all…be it 4 in the fucking morning our ’round midnight…there is no distinction between the two.
because no matter what, when the sun comes up and BURNS ITS WAY INTO MY SKULL, i end up wide fucking awake.
without fail.
there is no hoeweoe…
yesterday i finally unpacked the last of my boxes…being all productive and shit. so many boxes. why do i have so much clothes? why? i don’t remember buying half of this stuff and yet, there it is. bah. i did, however, manage to get the wall of johnny depp posters of extreme hottness up, and most of the tapestry onto the ceiling and even kinda cockeyed it makes the room that much more deluxe.
so i’m pleased.
now if i could just get down on it with the homework my life would be complete. or rather, then i wouldn’t be eaten by school and such. then again, it’s only been a week thus far and i only just recently acquired all of the required textbooks for my courses. ay dios, are those expensive. no, seriously…i feel like i just had $500+ ripped out of my assmeats.
i at least attempted to study yesterday. kinda…i took my chem book along with me to read on the 66 to allston. i was gonna read some more on the T over to aragorn’s stop, but the T apparently decided to die for a while yesterday and they had shuttle buses setup — which means it was jam packed in there. full-blown insanity. so yeah, no reading was done on the second bus.
and i was fully-immersed in a bout of girltasticness on the way back to harvard square so all i did was listen to portishead and grin like a crazed fool.
i’m such a girl.
bah.
