i just went to visit bma
and it already feels like an eternity since i went.
i'm going this weekend to visit the manente's
and i hope the same thing doesn't happen....
things have just been going wrong lately
on thursday i forgot to do my homework twice
saturday, i was in the car driving until 2 AM
and on sunday at work, i went in... after just walking through the door, i broke 7 plates, ripped a table-cloth, cut my hand....
typical.
today i broke a cup. and spilled water.
tomorrow i give my speech.
i'm just tired...
i'm excited to go traveling. but i would probably be just as excited to sleep.... but luckily, today i discovered that i do not need to go to class on thursday. and i am not going on friday, due to traveling silliness. so i have like a 5 day weekend... or at least i would. if i did not need to go to work on thursday and friday.

today is the third anniversary of the friendship between pooper and myself. i guess the whole thing is just silly. (it seems that there isn't really anything that i have left that isn't silly) i used to get so excited, because becoming friends with justin was like reaching the unatainable. he's just too cool.

i can't even tell you how i feel right now. i just can't.
it's like i don't feel anything.
like i'm not allowed to feel anything.
i'm just engorged with vacancy.
i have no purpose. i have no joy.
and all of my efforts turn to dust.