lame.jane.

i've tried to start a post at least five times.

nothing is coming.

all the creative juices in my body are gone.

i think it might have something to do with

a six page law paper i wrote arguing both sides to a libel case,

arguing the loss of identity in a midsummer night's dream in a five page paper,

writing two articles that were 13.5 and 15 inches long and

reading four articles and writing four reading prompts analyzing said articles.

yeah, i think that might have something to do with it.

blahhh.

today i'm tired.

even though i slept i feel like i'm running on empty.

i have too much to do

and not enough time to do it.

all i want to do is sleep for three days.

but i can't.

at least not until finals are over

and i get my life back.

on a sidenote: i am very proud of the fact that i 

put on my war-paint* in my cubicle at work 

without anyone walking past/noticing.

here's my secret: i'm a ninja.

*make-up. for obvious reasons. 

warm thermos. cold hands.

i stayed up until at least 3:37 last night.

i fell asleep to the light of my disco ball.

i'm barely here today.

i feel like a liquid floating around my body.

it's hard to explain.

it's even weirder to feel.

i could really go for some chicken nuggets right now.

and some strawberries, fried pickles and an avocado.

but mostly a pineapple. 

from that stand on the side of the road

 in hawaii circa 2006. 

so nice. so fresh. 

wah

|[currently]|

headache.

dying tree.

jimmy eat world on pandora.

incessant texts.

melatonin.

nevermind.

now it's the strokes.

birthday party tomorow.

take carlos in to get checked.

sooooooooo sleeeeeeeepy.

;lkj

i am currently:

listening to my damien rice station on pandora.

making labels for christmas cards.

wishing i was chewing on some gum.

dreaming of sleeping.

excited to go home.

dreading having to pack.

kkk. bye.

waah.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

fail.

last night a took a melatonin so i could sleep.

i took it around twelve:thirty.

i woke up at eleven:fifty this morning thinking it was monday.

unfortunately i'm still tired.
and it's definitely tuesday.

boo.

4:42 am.

can't sleep.

not that tired.

wish i could sleep.

mostly because i know i'm going to die tomorrow.

eerr..i mean today...

fml.

........................

happy hump day* children.

here's a picture of me in a wolf hat.

cheers.

*hump day = wednesday.  if you didn't know that, we need to catch you up on life. 

oh.em.geezy.

sometimes.i.don't.like.to.use.my.spacebar.

i.think.it.makes.for.spicy.typing.

ai.ai.aiiiiriba.

on.a.flat.note.

i.am.so.tired.it's.not.even.funny.

my.eyes.are.begging.me.to.let.them.close.but.i.can't.

so.much.schoolwork.left.

icky.ick.boy.with.stick.hits.the.kids.who.taunt.the.pigs.

wtf?

my.brain.is.fried.
when/if.i.die.
...

i.want.you.to.sell.my.life.story.to.mtv.

attn: organs

dear stomach,
i'm sorry.  please forgive me for taking a shower and curling my hair instead of feeding you today.  i thought i was going to have enough time but i was wrong. so wrong.  please stop yelling at me.  it makes me feel bad.  i didn't neglect you on purpose, it just sorta...happened.

dear brain,
seems like you and mr. stomach are in cahoots.  why would you do that?  why would you listen to his griping and join his side?  you know i'm going to make him stop crying soon.  you know i'm planning on feeding him  something later, so whhhy do you have to start acting sluggish and worthless now?  

 dear tailbone,
how the freak are you bruised?  i don't like how you {also} decided to fail.  you've been acting up for about a month now without being provoked.  i know i'm supposed to love you all the same, but right now i hate you.

dear ears,
please forgive me for leaving my headphones home on one of the longest work days of the week.  i didn't mean to.  i kicked myself for forgetting them {maybe that's why mr. tailbone is being troublesome}.  i pinky promise that as soon as we get in the car we'll listen to some sick beats.