It's hot in my room and I just realized that today is 7/8/09. Hah, 7, 8, 9. I'm a loser. Why can't I write anything of substance anymore? I drew again, for the first time since May. I want to open my window but that would cause me to be able to hear the assholes next door and their boisterous voices. I don't want to turn on the fan either because that would consume electricity and I wouldn't want to waste any more electricity. Hippy-as Walrus would say. Speaking of Walrus, I haven't seen him since the wee hours of Saturday morning. I need to get him out of my head. Ugh, Manny and Aaron are arguing again. Now I can hear bickering from both sides of my walls. I need to get out of the house.
Currently reading: Haunted by Chuck Palahniuk Craving: Pinkberry parfaits Missing: G Mx2 C Listening to: La Roux | The Hood Internet | MJ mashups | The Lonely Island
Note to self: DON'T CUT YOUR HAIR. Resist all urges. Note to whomever is reading this: READ "GUTS". It's one of the short stories in "Haunted". It's good, trust me. A little gross, but good nonetheless.
