my napping has gotten out of fucking control. i slept through my 10 am globalization class, was late to my noon-2 class, then slept from 2-7, thus sleeping right through my 4-6 class. a class in which the profesor starts taking points off our final grades after 3 absences. i shudder to think what i'm going to get in that class... honestly i have to get my shit together, it's not funny anymore. sunshine is weird to me, i don't shower or eat sometimes (alot of the time) just so i can sleep more. this can't be normal. carol says i need an alarm clock across the room from my bed. i say i need an alarm clock that instead of buzzing tells me bad things about my future that will happen if i keep sleeping. like, "you better get up, if you don't go to class you'll end up homeless," or "are you sure you want to keep sleeping? you won't get into law school by fucking sleeping." you know, shit like that. it's gotten to the point that i think i sleep more during the day than the night. i need to get my shit together.

but i did get the new edition of lydia pond, aimee's zine, today and that was a fabulous suprise.

i didn't get to go to henry rollins and i don't want to fucking talk about it.

all i've been listening to is the new rainer maria and it's fucking brilliant. ok, time to go find a way to kill the night.