Sunday, April 24, 2005

When There's Nothing Left to Burn You Have to Set Yourself on Fire
I'm feeling so hideously romantic and I'm fighting back the feeling to say those things and express those words I'll regret tomorrow morning. ::hushes up::

I ended up registering for both Summer A and Summer B. I'm taking Math and American Jazz and Pop the first term and English Comp 2 and Film History the second term. I still get part of this month and May off and most of August so I'll still be able to go to Chicago. In truth, between the choice of working my ass off in school or listening to my mom and dad's bull shit I'd rather at least learn something.

I'm finally getting better, still coughing here and there but overall a lot of improvement. My mom's still making me drink the rum+honey and it's absolute grossest thing I've ever tasted. Also, for some odd reason immediately I down the shot I get this real achy and painful feeling at my joints.

I did some math studying this morning just after I woke up and I'll probably look over the packet again before I go to bed tonight. There are some problems I really don't understand at all, but the professor told me 95% of the test was factorization and I've got that bit down. I also have Humanities to study for but I'll hit the book for the subject on Monday since the final is on Wednesday. Math worries me tons more anyway.

I've been listening to Set Yourself on Fire by The Stars. I think they're awesome, you can listen to their stuff here. My favorite song off the entire album is One More Night. The combination of the male and female vocals somehow makes it hurt more.

I really want to go to some kind of concert but nothing worth while is hitting anywhere near Miami which in big part one of the biggest reasons I'd love to move to an artsier city. I'm tired of el reggeton. I'm not the type of person to generalize an entire genre of music and say it sucks, but this sucks. This is like someone plunging a bottle brush up your anus.

I really need to clean up my bedroom. I'm so tired of sleeping on half my bed because of the plethora of junk on it. At the same time I can't find the energy to clean anything. I'm such a fucking bum, my physical activity for today was getting up from the couch to come to my bed and vice versa. How disgusting.

I'm done.
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