so i'm breaking out in hives for the first time in a long while. and it's awesome. or not, whatever.

it's 1 am and i just ate a giant bowl of spaghetti and watched "reality bites" with lena.

shannon came back from the Castle today and i'm really excited about it. i'm just having trouble showing it right now. i'm having trouble showing much of anything besides fucking hives right now.

i know i'm supposed to feel better and be happy but i'm not. does this mean i won't be? nothing is quite right and i'm so afraid of falling into familiar patterns and rushing things and feeling fake.

today i was supposed to take the globalization final i slept through on monday. but i forgot. this diary really is just a chronicle of my complete downward spiral. with some awesome songs thrown in for good measure. speaking of...

what i've been listening to: bright eyes- "the city has sex" over and over and over and over and over