for the man

with nothing.

i'm so lacking from creativity right now. all the fibers of my being are trying to get to my finger tips with ideas, but once they've reached the tips they die. it's like my brain doesn't know how to work anymore. i'm swamped with worrying about passing all of my classes, which is terrible because really, there's no way i'll ever get back to some of the places i've been.

i'm also failing at watching the last episode of fringe (which was on at the end of last month - funny, huh?). but it's about olivia from the other side (aka fauxlivia) and i don't like her at all, because she's eeeeevil. (how old am i?)

(i really have been having parenthetical thoughts to myself too often...)

i've got work tonight. all i want to do is stay on this couch and re-read through ceremony by leslie marmon silko so i can be ready for the paper that's going to be due. oh, and i need to go buy painted drum. frak. forgot that. i need it for... uh, tuesday. so i'll read some of it at work. but then i'll read ceremony tomorrow.

what am i doing. my life has boiled down to my worries about school. i really am the embodiment of "too school for cool." goddamnit.

i had a date last night (that had sort of started out as a date? and then definitely turned into one) which was a lot of fun. i dragged him to see hanna, saw it with a bunch of my friends, dragged him to the diner (jesus, i'm mean...) and then we sat in the hofstra parking lot talking for about an hour. he's.. pretty damn cool, i can't lie. and i uh, i definitely liked kissing him. ha.

i'm a twelve year old. cheesus.

olivia's giving birth. but she has VPE. something that apparently will make it hard for her and the baby to both live after giving birth. but she survived. (of course.) aww. babies are cute. ...sometimes. and, oh, right, lincoln loves her. but we all sort of knew that.

i love lincoln. he should love me.

^---fangirl moment, ignore please.

ha. my head hurts. he's so good looking. (lincoln. well, and bryan, but i'm still watching fringe, so at the moment i'm distracted by his pretty eyes)

uh oh. conspirators on the fringe division of the universe. they're all like "oh no he di-in't."

happy. sort of? i'm just really tired and kind of in the mood to do lots more nothing forever.

uh oh! shady guy from the place where they tried to kill olivia is there! ruhroh scooby.

all right, i've exhausted this post to the point of obnoxious stupidity.

OH NO. IT'S THE BALD PEOPLE. the watchers. no bueno.

all right. going to drone away my life with tv.

-aleey