Tuesday, October 5, 2010

procrastination

at its finest.

writing a paper. I got about 8 hours. I sure hope I can do this.

Communication is nice.

Boxing ring.

War. All of the time.

I guess I have allergies? I want to take a benadryl but I gotta get this paper done then finish my school work for Wednesday. Can it be the weekend already? I feel like I am spent already for the week.

I don't know what is going to happen. I don't know how often these talks will occur, I like them, they hurt, they feel good, the confuse, they clarify. I can tell you more and you don't just walk out of the room.

I just can think of a lot of songs to describe my mood, but, I choose not to listen to them.

these fucking allergies holy shit.

how much longer is this going to last?