boring bored boredom

la la la lightbulb. eh eh eh eh eskimos. i want buttery baked potatoes. i want whiskey. now. dammit.

i should be working on my
paper.

actually it's only at outline. that's it. i had a week to write up a shitty frickin' intro and outline for a paper naught due till the third damned week of march. and i didn't get it done. and i've been sitting in front of this gol'darned 'puter machine mucking about in photoshop, which is fun after all, and still ain't done the damned intro and outline. which was due at four p.m. That was about three hours ago, folks. should i quit skool yet?

bombing the fuck out of this semester. sort of. i mean it's still early, it can be saved. been drinking and carousing too much. spending money in unnecessarry ways and time also. wasting it shamelessly. okay, i'm ashamed, actually. giving myself hangovers that have made difficulties with class attendence. that ain't good, right? still, i can see i been having some fun. just gotta slow down and smell, erm, do the homework. yes.
my throat hurts. did i mention i have also been smoking far too many cigarettes far too often? need do quit soon. march will make me anyway-- smoking ban, and i do most of my hardcore smoking at da club, thusly this will force me to stop. b/c freezing outside for a cigarette is silly. yep.

okay. so i should stop fucking about on this here interweb and do do do my damn-ed damned skool shite. alrighty. later, kids.