ohhh its so late. or early. goddammit i'm not tired and i have nothing to say that I REALLY HAVE TO PEE...
i'm listening to the lovely song 'get up' again because the garrison starr cd ended *thank you brittany* and i'm now just gonna listen to the mp3s from here, of all places, and make sure they work. hahaha. so brittany burned like five cds for me. i listened to aimee mann and i really liked it and i loved garrison starr and i listened to dishwalla and it didnt grab me the same way. what did i tell you. i dont do so well with guys, even in music. wahahah. so we're leaving for georiga tomorrow, i think. don't anyone actually hold me to this. you know, maybe i won't go to sleep today either. i can read some monkey crispo and by that of course i mean the count of monte cristo. god dammit. i've still only read 26 and a half pages. HA I'M STILL AHEAD OF YOU BRIT MWAHAHAHAH TAKE THAT! AND THAT! AND HAVE SOME OF THIS TOO!!! so i've run out of coke which is pretty good because i still really have to pee and i'm so fucking lazy. gahh... in a little, i'm gonna retreat to my room to either 1) sleep 2) read monte cristo or 3) read and THEN sleep. i did actually fall asleep for about an hour and a half, i guess it was? at like 9:30 last night. so there's another reason for me to stay up all day. HAHAH. 'yes i went to sleep.'

current music: "i know" by trespassers william *ohhh my god this is the most beautiful song ever.*
current lyrics: i know i'll never see you. i know i'll never run into your body walking through the crooked streets. i know i'll never hear you. i know i'll never hear you like a sound that wafts inside from outside there. i know that if i waited, i know that if i wait, a thousand days will lay wasted with thoughts of you. my love, i've pictured this: your violet eyelids opened to say "here's where you've been," your lips open to say "my darling, it's been so very long and i'm in pain." i know i'll never feel you. i know i'll never get so close to you that i can't smell anything else. i know that it is raining and i know that the rain will soak you through and leave you like the tattered sky. i know i go in circles. i know the windowpanes bring only rain and not your face. sometimes i picture all your fingers. sometimes they're crawling down my spine. sometimes they're buttoning your jacket. sometimes you're far but you're still mine. i know i go in circles. i know that windowpanes bring only rain and not your face.