listening to weird experimental music on random radio stations to avoid lame christmas music. /next person to call me a grinch gets stabbed in the eye ok, i can be festive & love christmas yet still fucking hate lame christmas carols. they've pretty much remained the same during all my 22 years on this planet so yeah, I got sick of 'em. also, Mr. Tylenol lied to me so I hate him 4ever. "extra strength - lets you rest" my fucking ass. I can't sleep & my mouth's all scratchy. not to mention my brain feels like a damp wad of cotton. I just wanna be better so I can get wasted at the staff party and not feel like killing myself on christmas. I'm also thinking I might go into women's studies instead of fine arts. oh god I think Mr. Tylenol is giving me a heart attack. my left arm hurts but that's probz due to the fact that I'm slouching at a weird angle. In better news, Joe Shmoe is home (!!!!) & I have been spending as much time with him as possible. basically I've been juggling work/my boyfriend. aaand I haven't seen any of my friends cause I ended up getting all fucked up with the flu as well. I'm a weird mix between being euphoric that Joe's here & being morose 'cause I miss everyone else. the world is unfair, I know meh blah ughhh.
