i'm at work where my boss talks to herself all day long. all. day. long!

new song: myspace.com/thingspeoplesay

new blog w/ housemates?: fiftyninthst.blogspot.com

i have a cigarette burn on my nex0rz! who the fuck else has that? how does one even accomplish that? wtf is a nex0rs? let's be real here, people. i am not a professional except at what i do, which is this this htis this hits.

something that's funny, is that i switched back from firefox to safari and am having difficulties importing my bookmarks, and also am too lazy to add new bookmarks, and also also too too lazy to type in urls, and thus i have not been updating this blog.

what if i said the era of lazy iz over? would you lolz?

experiment 1.

so not ready to graduate tomorrow.

also my gown makes me look like a wizard in training.

also, i smell really weird right now?

1. i am so nervous about not finishing this thesis by friday that i can't even work on it.
2. i am so excited about the fact that on friday, i'm done with it, whether it's done or not--that i can't even work on it.
3. i am so invested in this strange dichotomy that i can't think about anything thesis-related at all.
4. who even needs real distractions?

who are you, comment bomber??!

things only make sense to me for like, five minutes tops.

one blog, one facebook, one livejournal, two twitters, and three myspaces and i still have nothing to say for myself except oh hai sorry!

edit: actually, i think that's technically two blogs i have going.

lots of stuff that looks like this these days, too:





everything is very small and very fast or never, ever, ever gets done.

i like this space because it's secret in the most precarious way.

this whole thesis thing, i imagine, is like trying to write a novel when you've spent all your other times writing short stories.

or, like trying to write a short story when you usually just write poems.

or (gasp) writing a blog if you usually...twitter? i am so not hip all of a sudden.

that is to say, all of a sudden you can put in all this extra stuff, but when it comes down to it, it's not any more worth while. just more.

simply is a terrible word.