su-su-su-slacking

is it bad that all i want to do all day is sit around with my window's open but have my heater on full blast? is it bad that all i want to do is clean my room but i can never muster enough drive to get up and do it? is it bad that sometimes i just want to smoke a bowl and do nothing for the rest of the day? is it bad that i want this month to be over but i dont want it to be march yet?

i havent showered in a day and a half. and i dont feel like showering any time soon.

i feel like such a hippy with my hair. its fuckin' long.

i bought a shit-load of things online.

i've been sitting here in front of my computer attempting to write something. behind me, im watching tv. there area ton of thoughts in my head but i cant even get it out. for some reason, i've become self conscious about what i write on here. if i type out something happy, i'll feel like im being so fake. if i type something overtly depressing, i'll seem so whiny.

blah. thats depressing, make it stop.

that was december. 2003. why do i still feel this way.

this has redeemed my february



ok so i've been studying for my midterm on monday. i sincerely wish that the gym was open until midnight on sundays because my ass would be in there right now. people have asked me why i hate february so much. so, i've decided to put all my reasons in one conclusive post. lets go over this by year.

2002
- fell UP and flight of stairs on the hidden stair case at immac. result: large bruise
- stabbed in leg by a nail that was protruding out of a chair.
- did not get my class ring when i was supposed to get it. trust me, it was a big fucking deal.

2003
- virus wipe out on computer
- hydroplaned car on rowena and hyperion.
- crashed into curb.

2004
- leap year. i think the fact that it was a leap month, nothing bad happened to me.

2005
- got dumped.

2006
- spider bite on face
- jury duty
- suppose to see rex naverrete. the free show was SOLD OUT. fuckin' a.
- over draft on my account. UGH.

sO

i dare you to say that this whole february thing it ALL in my head. because it isnt. fuck february.

random

erika's birthday party was yesterday. it was an athena house party. they never fail to impress. i remember a lot of it. i attribute that to the fact that i got so drunk at the pre-party and i threw up most of the alcohol in my system before i got to the athena party. obligatory picture post:




peacock and peahen. protectors of our brood.



so narcissistic that i cut out both mic and jason out of the picture



my breasts look top notch. dont you wish you were there.



"cocoa butter and boobs"



this picture was taken after i announced that i was going to have a debut. they're all going to be there. TANGET: im having a debut. debut/21st birthday party/graduation celebration. june 2007. you're invited. no dancing or cotillion court but i will have 21 candles and 21 roses. kthanks.

this month must end.

kat's 21st bethday was the shit. i drunk dialed everyone to make them come. hahaha.


so i think this picture was taking saturday morning. that was the night we got really fucked up. FUCKED UP. and no, those are my underwear showing, thats how the pants were built.



these were the shots of patron that we took after everything was ok. woot.



brian says: fuck the popo



aww. familia



israel and bryant are singing.
i am gone.



you drank ALL THE PATRON.

yeah. that was a good weekend. too bad i dont remember all of it.

the wrath or february commences

- spider bite on FACE.
- overdraft!
- jury duty next week.

mohter fuckers. can this month be over now?

this february will suck as all the februaries before it have. (except for that random one in 2004, but thats because it was a leap year)

ok, the end. bye.