I woke up around 8:50 today. I went to bed around 4:30. Sometimes it's really shitty to be a morning person and have a reliable internal clock, because some nights you just need to completely pass out. Soooo. I'm really very happy. (without a boy!) I'm looking forward to cleaning my room again today and going through old clothes (my closet is bulging to the point of near explosion) and working on my final projects. I really wanted to have a Saturday morning-afternoon Target sesh with my mom but she's totally ditching me for the fath. Oh well. I'll do my homey stuff. Homey homey homey. It's nice to really like your home. Last night was very enjoyable. Vanessa's super nicely vibed room plus rum and coke plus the beatles and rap, plus random exciting things that are stashed away in her room and Candyman 3 and realizing I'm watching it at 4 am and I should probably sleep soon. Aaah. Again? So today I think I'm scratching the L.A. plan. I figure that I have a much better chance of it all following through if I say I'm going to the Kissing Tigers show in LA and then just going to Goleta. Smart cookie. Plus that means that tonight we can do hometowny Ventura things again and I kind of like those. I really wish Vanessa could come to the Kissing Tigers. Blargh. It's official. Sinning is better than following the rules. Why? Because I just stole a lot from Target and it made me happy. And I'm all for the happy. Gah. Okay. No more writing. (I think I might excel) I need to do some job hunting. (I think I might succeed) I think I've got TOTAL SELF-CONFIDENCE. (Not really but oooh oooooh ooooooh I feel good! I hope it's not the fact that there's probably a little more drunk in me)