chaosmachine

Ahh well, another week, another weekend with promise. I go to Indy to a birthday party at Gillions, I hope to stay coherent for it. Those who know me well have seen me much less then. Hmm i'm still deciding on my second tattoo, hopefully money will come up and I will have a sweet pic to show to all. I really wish i could have my hair spiked red all the time, I gues for full paid tuition, one can not complain about having hair limitations.....My room resembles the aftermath of an orgy/mosh pit clothes, glass, various pointy objects and empty bottles of beer and liquor strewn about. As I sit here drinking my coffee and doingmy weird nervous tick where I check all my muscles to make sure they are there, I wonder is it really worth all this stress and hardship just for a piece of paper? How can this makem y life easeier when all it has done has made it more complicated and static. Maybe I'm seeing it from the wrong angle. I like learning, but it seems as though I'm either losing my AIntellect or just being so apathetically procrastinatory that it is hitting my grades hard. I swear, I sounds so un eduacated anymore, it seems I slur and mumble , ughh whats my major malfunction?