Nothing Better To Do

Well, first of all, to make a correction to the monstrosity below: the guy that I said only wants to fuck me doesn't only want to fuck me, I guess its more personal. and that made me somewhat happy, so thought id fix that for him.

Listening to various forms of Tomas Kalnoky also made me happier.

So did being sarcastic and arguementative.

I'm still not frolicking around the basement playing guitar, and I don't have an appetite, but its better then it was an hour ago.

Anyways, I'm scared shitless that I messed up my application or something and i wont get into Georgia State.

Lars got into Tech and is a semi finalist for the presidential scholarship. she's also star student (highest SAT score in our class). I'm extremely proud, but I feel like a failure in comparison. 

Hmm. Guess I'm not helping my mental state here.

"People of my psychological persuasion" I like that phrasing of it much better.

I didn't have anything else to really do, so I wrote I slightly better blog entry. I guess it's ok, seeing as how I didn't write anything for what, 2 or 3 weeks?

cheers. beers. whatever