Thursday = scooter races in the IGA. fuck yes. I'm in love. love love love. and it hurts so bad, but oh well. I'm lieing, I'm not. Love doesn't exist, its all in the head. and will and Bogie and ahh. I feel so good, I want to just stay up all night, and do nothing but sit here and surf.. play on the computer vs. doing work like I usually do. maybe it's the caffeine speaking, ahh it's almost 11. too late for me. and I just want to listen to music. I need adderall. I need more hours in a day. I need to get in the pool and start working out.I need to go to bed, but not thinking of him.