nothing compares to you.

yeah. so i have a ridiculous amount of various things [read:homework] that i could be doing right now. but no. i dont want to. i just want to sit around like an ass and do nothing. i just want to read diaries. lots and lots of diaries. but only from people i already know and like. i dont want to venture into new teritory. so im just sitting here bored to death. rechecking my buddy list every two seconds to see if someone has updated. but no. no one has. cause they all have lives. or theyre smarter than i am and when they have something to do they actually do it. lord sometimes i dont know how i dont just go crazy.

im supposed to be at ATCO right now doing something fun to help out with passion works. but im not. cause my ride there got sick and wanted to nap instead. so now im supposed to be doing my homework. but im not.

does this conversation seem like its going anywhere to you? cause it doesnt to me.

so i think im going to quit this conversation with myself and just sit here and read a magazine and listen to sinead singing "nothing compares to you" over and over again.

yeah, ill admit it. i need a drink. and quick like.

written @ 7:15 p.m. on 2001-04-18
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