Every Second, Count It

Squandering and Pandering

One of those wee little Poly Pocket houses, at night.

Writing articles about guitar!

I woke up this morning and took a look around my room. Guitars lying everywhere, mic stand erect. I thought to myself 'what am I doing?' I rolled over and slept through my class.

Now my laundry is in progress and the dishes are done. I have a lab to submit before 5:30pm, grocery shopping to accomplish, and tomorrow's presentation to finish and prepare for. Oh, and there's my application for NSCAD! What I'm really waiting for is a bowel movement. Breakfast is on. The lightbulb in my desklamp has burnt out.

I'm going to take another crack at this chem lab. Phuck it. I'm ordering pizza.

I got the pizza! It's not all you can eat, but I am ;)

I'm getting there! I wonder how well the presentation will flow tomorrow?

It fucking sucks to be clean. No one else is clean and the rest of the world is filled with hypocrites.I feel like the people who produce PSAs are mocking the innocence of children.

I LOVE staying awake.

Excuse me whlie I sleep for a second.