ok its official, i have insomnia. ah.not sleeping literally makes you want to kill yourself. what's worse is i live in a studio apartment, down town, (where all the loud ass drunkin peopl are at like four in the morning, even thought the bars supposedly close at 2). Furthermore, in this studio apartment is my boy friend pleasantly sleeping as i write this. So, im like tip toeing around trying to make the least amount of nosi possible, but of course we all know this really means i'm just like banging into shit, since i am using a computer screen light to navigate around the room. Oh, and my wireless internet isnt working, and the ethernet chord is conveniently located above my sleeping boyfriend's head. I wish someone could see me right now, just in the most awkwasrd position, seeing as the chord only reaches like two feet when someone is sleeping on it.
I think it's funny i write , or i guess i should say type, all this shit down. It really is just so my mind isnt overloaded with random thoughts. I just need to get something out of me, so i just write. And what usually ends up coming out is some sort of bitching. Although, I really am just laughing at how stupid my situations are. ok done. Now, i must attend to some more last minute reading for my qualitative research class. fun.

Fucking Tired

God, it is fucking early. For me anyways, but for some reason, i couldnt sleep. must have something to do with the fact that i have so much work to do. For some random reason, I woke up at like 5:45am, and I've just been thinking and tossing about what I havent done yet, and what I have to do. I find myself thinking of dumb shit, like what if's and what i'll wear. Why can't I just turn this brain off for like two hours of sleep. I mean, it's not like I can do too much at 7:00am, as far as the work I have to do. All I can do is sit hear and bitch. ok i'm done. I think.

sick and tired

I am feeling a bit down. Physically, i havent felt well for like two days. today i am starting to feel somewhat normal. but the hotness still rushes through my body like a wave. it comes and goes. i hate being sick! uhh....my mind is so blase-blah. i have so much interviewing and transcribing to do it's ridiculous. uh. two for one class, and two more for another. I dont even know who i'm going to interview. I need someone in a token status position in PR. Where the fuck am i going to find that in like four days. two of which are the weekend days. And then, i need two Japanese people to interview. Untill, all this is over with, i am going to go crazy. and then i gotta makeup a shitload of work for an incomplete i took last spring. someone pull the fucking trigger, please.