Hmm.

Sometimes I think about making an anonymous emo blog to post all the angsty rants I have when I have to stay up past midnight to finish homework and I start hating the entire world. But then I think, No, maybe I should just put this in my actual journal instead, so in a few months/years I can look back and laugh at my epic angst.

But then by the time I get upstairs I'm too tired and I just kind of collapse onto the bed and pass out.

Sometimes I think the universe likes to punch me in the face and then laugh hysterically.

Yeah. It's one of THOSE days.

PS3

I still have a little scar on my palm from the time I fell on the PS3.