so, my theory of myself being bi-polar seems to make sense. last night i'm in the worst mood ever, acting extremely fuckin stupid. then i decided to watch some Brimstone and eat some pizza. Bam! i'm cheered up (peperoni, sausage, black olives, mushrooms, green peppers. best combination of toppings ever). and by the end of the night i'm listening to cheesy 80's music and video game music on streaming radio.
roommate is gone for the weekend which is cause for celebration. i got the room all to myself, which means i don't have to tolerate his shitty music, his complete disregard of manners, or the smell of any disgusting food her may put in the microwave. i've been living out of my suitcase, which i still haven't unpacked since i got back to school 2 weeks ago. i should probably get to work on that. actually, i think i'll clean the room today. wish me luck. i just hope that the stuff under the fouton doesn't suck me in, never to be seen again
roommate is gone for the weekend which is cause for celebration. i got the room all to myself, which means i don't have to tolerate his shitty music, his complete disregard of manners, or the smell of any disgusting food her may put in the microwave. i've been living out of my suitcase, which i still haven't unpacked since i got back to school 2 weeks ago. i should probably get to work on that. actually, i think i'll clean the room today. wish me luck. i just hope that the stuff under the fouton doesn't suck me in, never to be seen again
hexe_____:
dude, why aren't you here yet?