"And while you're at it...take the fucking cat too." Well. i'm waiting. so why not write some more useless rambling. I think PRD got mad at me today. Why? I do not know. nor can i say i care. Maybe that's the problem. I don't like him anymore. So I don't care what he thinks. So I'm being myself. Which may not be the best idea. But what have I got to lose? Nothing. He acted funny today. Weird. A little off. Maybe it's just me. Maybe this cold is beginning to cloud my understanding of the people I come into contact with. Or maybe he was just being a dick. Who knows. Who cares. Do you? No. Why? Because you shouldn't. That's why damnit. Now back to me. I still feel like SHIT. With a capital everything. CAPITAL is becoming an annoying word to me. I've used it more then thrice today. I don't know why. I may be running out of cool words to use. O fuck it. "When it doubt, give up." O you intellectual whore you. Moving on. Slowly. I feel ICKY and NASTY today. Funky. I could probably think of a thousand thousand word list of how shitty I feel today. how damn shitty. And to top it all off, PRD is persistently on my mind now. Fucking pulsating like a nasty vein. VAIN? Either way you like it. I don't want to go to class. I don't want to go home. I don't want to go to 4th street. I don't want to go to Dani's. I don't want to stay in school. I don't want to stay in town. I don't want to move anymore. (Literally, move.) And that concludes the list of shit I don't want to do. I wish I knew how to spell nauseaed. NA-ZEE-ATE-ED. Well that wasn't so bad. My head feels light. I'm not going to worry about PRD. It isn't worth my brain energy. I must conserve for more important situations. One more semester and I'm gone. GRADUATED. Certified to stop learning. I can't wait. O the suspense. "Sure he's talking, but is he really saying anything?" That's how I feel. I talk a lot of shit, but I never really say anything. I ramble. And preach. And judge. And hate. I'm such a bitter person. So bitter. I wish I was sour. like a SOUR PATCH KID. Have you ever just been so tired of being you? So sick of your life? So tired of waking up, realizing that nothing's changed? Me too, so deal with it. THE 'FUCK IT' List: 1. Fuck school. 2. Fuck sobriety. 3. Fuck guys who don't notice. 4. Fuck snobs. 5. Fuck working. 6. Fuck being ill. 7. Fuck just to fuck. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. I am indeed a genius. "Better butter...Parkay!" I think it's time to go. I'm tired. And only getting increasingly cranky. "Hold me?" DFN.