Life is sad and people are mean.
The past few days have been crap.
This weather is giving me the blues.
I just wanna be left alone.

I think that's the introvert in me. It's not even that I'm ridiculously sad. I'm just fed up. Everyone wants my help but no one wants to help me. You're not even asking if I need help. Cuz like. I really do. I'm busy.
Cinderelly, Cinderelly. Fuck y'all, I'm hiding under my blanket until this week is over.

If you bring me hot chocolate or pizza, we're cool though.

HELP!

My bills are ridiculously high right now. So that's happening. I could pay them, but I'd much rather pay for concert tickets. Hey cell phone bill, destroy yourself. Also, I'm busy up the fucking ass. What?! Yeah. Also, I'm going to be having classes on Saturday and Sundays. I can't imagine my life being busier than it is right now, but apparently it's going that way! ACK! HELP ME.
I've started editing stories for an organization that helps people with disabilities. I'm already a week behind on that. I CAN'T FUNCTION. When's the last time I slept?! I can't remember. What is sunshine?! Where is summer? Why does four loko taste like poison?! When will I rest?!
I'm nearing sick. Scratch that, I'm really sick. I've vomited every morning for the past four mornings. It's kind of disgusting, really. I think I need sleep. I think the deprivation is starting to get to me. I HAVE NO TIME FOR SLEEP. Who sleeps!
In other news, I'm moving forward, kind of, I guess? I dunno. I need help. SOMEONE COME TYPE STUFF FOR ME. Wahhh. Dying.

I WANNA WATCH PROMETHEUS ALREADY! Did I spell that right?! Whatever. Aliens and shit! I'm too busy to blog, what am I doing here?!

AFTERNOONS WITH TYLER DURDEN.

Botch: "Hi, I'm here to beg for my phone back."
Tyler Durden: "Okay. So beg."
B: "Oh please oh please, fix my phone it's been a week!!"
T: "Good begging. Okay let me try some things and i'll see if that works.."
*fifteen to twenty later*
T: "Okay! So I tried some stuff.. and it didn't work!"
B: "Fun."
T: "The good news is, I found the problem.. it's your data port."
B: "..... ..... okay.. and.. then. So? ...???"
T: "It's a big job, I gotta take it apart and solder it."
B: *dies a little inside* "Okay, so when?"
T: "A couple days."
B: "I shall return, Tyler Durden, I shall return."


P.S. I think his real name is Rob.
P.P.S. Although he's mighty pleasing on the eyes, his news is never fine.
P.P.P.S. Wah :(