It's a Saturday night. I'm so sober it's depressing. It could have been a perfect night for a really good time out from everything. Well, I did have an awesome time with the roomates watching Rango and Red Riding Hood at the mall, which is a totally crack combination for a movie marathon. And yea, I have to get all three of them graduation gifts. I'm still racking my brains on what to give them.
My hair has grown too long. I'm comfy and all, but if I don't cut it I think i'm gonna see bald patches soon enough. Eh, hormonal imbalances. I'm on my way to looking for a new wardrobe. I can smell the summer sun from here, and all these stretch marks make me feel horrible about not being able to wear sleeveless for a perfect tan. I'm getting too white.
Speaking of skin color, my circadian rhythm is radically off the chart. Now you try and connect that. :) I am so bored. I know I should be reading about the sutures and foramina of the skull and all that, but i'm so lazy.
Find me a life. You know what to get me.
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Finally got what I wanted, and well, i'm off to sleep at an acceptable hour. See how booze fixes my circadian rhythm? :)
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Okay, last night's booze did not fix my circadian rhythm. Still couldn't sleep. Need more.
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