i'm not sure how many more reruns of two and a half men i can watch without wanting to rip out my eyes from their sockets and perhaps labotomizing myself. with a makeshift hook made out of toothpicks. that i've put together.

there's nothing to do! i went for a run but it's too cold for my vegas thinned blood. i tried to go to the gym but it was filled with sweaty old eastern european men who have decided that if they have curly hair sprinkled on the tops of their shoulders they MUST wear mesh muscle shirts. it seems to be the more hair the less shirt. does anyone else find this direct corelation? because i see it all the time and it's mildly gag inducing.

but this is not the point. there's nothing to do around here. calaway park... it's a trek. and you wouldn't necessarily do that alone. you'd be that creepy person who is the single rider. WHO WANTS TO BE THAT?! sick. you could go wander around the zoo, if it didn't cost half a million dollars to spend the day there. not to mention the fact that i worked there, why the hell would i want to go? i spent most of my summers there. why the fuck would i want to wander around looking at the animals who are caged just like workers. at least they got a raise... naturally after i quit.

you could go to the library, but the smell of musty old books makes me sneeze. plus i'm too cheap to renew my library card, if i even still have one. for real, i think in one of those "i'm never going to use this" cleaning sprees i definitely tossed el librario cardo. or whatever, i've forgotten my spanish already. it's only been a year.

i've seen most of the movies that i wanted to see, but then again i wouldn't necessarily walk out into the street and see a movie by myself. i'd still like to see star trek and wolverine, but everyone's already seen them and if they haven't they don't want to... oh the complications to not being bored anymore.

so here i am, 9pm on a wednesday and i'm debating heavily if i should just go to bed early or if i should go out, print some pictures off, rent a couple movies and spend the rest of the night parked on my ever expanding ass and work on my photo journal.

on the upside i've spent some quality time with everyone in my life. most of the outings have been fun, some of them not, but they've all been a learning experience. like, take for instance how the other day i paid $20 to get into a club, followed a few days later by paying $10 to get into a different club in which i had to wear all white, got called 'fierce' by a dude wearing smudged eyeliner (i envied his even-ness) and tried desperately to turn a gay guy* straight. they were both fun nights. well, not the being called 'fierce' and the end of the white party. i don't enjoy listening to people having a breakdown in my car-- especially when this situation was avoidable in the first place. i hate sluts. i hate people who set out to find someone to hook up with at a club. just go to dance and have fun. don't get sloppy drunk. get loose drunk and know when to draw the motherfucking line.

*the verdict is still out on his sexual orientation; he was channeling alex from a clockwork orange and had some girls sit on his lap BUT he was at the gay bar, wearing all white in honour of the white party... so... needless to say your guess is as good as mine

i'm just bored of a lot of things. i'm not bored of the people, i'm not bored of life when i go out. it's just when no one is doing anything and i'm left to my own devices do i get a little stir crazy. like right now i want to run around the hosue only because my back hurts. i want to watch so you think you can dance the more i see commercials for it. i think i'm going to go rent waiting and print off some pictures. i need to do something... i can't sit on this couch anymore.

fuck you robert pattinson. you should be in my bedroom, not in france telling people all about new moon. you should tell me all about new moon in post-coital bliss.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh cabin fever at its worst....!!!!!!!!!!!

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i'm not sure how many more reruns of two and a half men i can watch without wanting to rip out my eyes from their sockets and perhaps labotomizing myself. with a makeshift hook made out of toothpicks. that i've put together.

there's nothing to do! i went for a run but it's too cold for my vegas thinned blood. i tried to go to the gym but it was filled with sweaty old eastern european men who have decided that if they have curly hair sprinkled on the tops of their shoulders they MUST wear mesh muscle shirts. it seems to be the more hair the less shirt. does anyone else find this direct corelation? because i see it all the time and it's mildly gag inducing.

but this is not the point. there's nothing to do around here. calaway park... it's a trek. and you wouldn't necessarily do that alone. you'd be that creepy person who is the single rider. WHO WANTS TO BE THAT?! sick. you could go wander around the zoo, if it didn't cost half a million dollars to spend the day there. not to mention the fact that i worked there, why the hell would i want to go? i spent most of my summers there. why the fuck would i want to wander around looking at the animals who are caged just like workers. at least they got a raise... naturally after i quit.

you could go to the library, but the smell of musty old books makes me sneeze. plus i'm too cheap to renew my library card, if i even still have one. for real, i think in one of those "i'm never going to use this" cleaning sprees i definitely tossed el librario cardo. or whatever, i've forgotten my spanish already. it's only been a year.

i've seen most of the movies that i wanted to see, but then again i wouldn't necessarily walk out into the street and see a movie by myself. i'd still like to see star trek and wolverine, but everyone's already seen them and if they haven't they don't want to... oh the complications to not being bored anymore.

so here i am, 9pm on a wednesday and i'm debating heavily if i should just go to bed early or if i should go out, print some pictures off, rent a couple movies and spend the rest of the night parked on my ever expanding ass and work on my photo journal.

on the upside i've spent some quality time with everyone in my life. most of the outings have been fun, some of them not, but they've all been a learning experience. like, take for instance how the other day i paid $20 to get into a club, followed a few days later by paying $10 to get into a different club in which i had to wear all white, got called 'fierce' by a dude wearing smudged eyeliner (i envied his even-ness) and tried desperately to turn a gay guy* straight. they were both fun nights. well, not the being called 'fierce' and the end of the white party. i don't enjoy listening to people having a breakdown in my car-- especially when this situation was avoidable in the first place. i hate sluts. i hate people who set out to find someone to hook up with at a club. just go to dance and have fun. don't get sloppy drunk. get loose drunk and know when to draw the motherfucking line.

*the verdict is still out on his sexual orientation; he was channeling alex from a clockwork orange and had some girls sit on his lap BUT he was at the gay bar, wearing all white in honour of the white party... so... needless to say your guess is as good as mine

i'm just bored of a lot of things. i'm not bored of the people, i'm not bored of life when i go out. it's just when no one is doing anything and i'm left to my own devices do i get a little stir crazy. like right now i want to run around the hosue only because my back hurts. i want to watch so you think you can dance the more i see commercials for it. i think i'm going to go rent waiting and print off some pictures. i need to do something... i can't sit on this couch anymore.

fuck you robert pattinson. you should be in my bedroom, not in france telling people all about new moon. you should tell me all about new moon in post-coital bliss.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh cabin fever at its worst....!!!!!!!!!!!