I love Sundays. Not only because it’s an extra dearly needed day to get my shit together before school Monday. But because, that is when post secret is updated. Every Sunday morning without fail it’s the first thing I check. Sometimes I’ll get breakfast and sit down to read them, almost like their Sunday comics. Most of them are either depressing or freakish but always real. That’s the part I love, its proof that somewhere out there people are still feeling real non Prozac induced emotions. I never used to believe that normal was simply relative because I’ve always felt like an outcast. Its true though, and there is a whole website full of proof. I went clubbing for the first time last night. It was an experience that definitely would’ve of been enhanced by copious amounts of alcohol. It was kind of fun though I understand its appeal. There were just a lot of trashy people that I wish I could’ve used a Taser on. I’ll probably go again but on a different night; Cait wants to do a bi-weekly rotation of them all. Wednesday nights are supposedly Goth’s night I think that’s the next one we’ll go to. It sounds infinitely more promising, Goth’s are more my kind of people. There is this infinitely large, make or break me, paper I should be working on. Its due Wednesday and needs to be five pages long. The length isn’t what is holding me back though its all the flipping research and citations that go along with it. I understand the purpose of copy right and plagiarism but all of the formats and severity of consequences are irritating as hell. If I fail this paper I fail the class, even though I’d have an B- or so in it. As much as chemically altering ourselves scares the living hell out of me… I wish they would give Adderall to college students.