Holding Out For A Hero

writing my paper proposal for senior sem. or trying to. not going well. boycotting capital letters. procrastinating. there is too much drama in my life. can't decide if i want to go crazy about it. sometimes that just takes too much energy. i kind of want to color with highlighters. i really just need to graduate and move far far away.
canada is sounding very appealing right about now. i've never actually been to canada. i saw it from across the way at niagra falls once. i was five. the only thing i really remember about that trip is looking down over the falls and seeing very tiny people in bright yellow raincoats and wondering how they weren't drowning.

i need to get bar crawl tickets next week. anyone want to come with me?

ohmygod i really don't want to write this damn paper. it isn't due until 4pm tomorrow... but still, i probably shouldn't put it off anymore than i have. wondering how i'll ever survive in grad school if i can't write a fricking paper proposal for suzanne wilson! (suz quote of the week= "... an african-american, middle class white woman...") yeah.

i have big dreams for my future. i want to be ghetto fab. i want the world. i should become friends with paris hilton. then i could make videos and have a teeny-ass dog and an eating disorder. random random random... WOW. (oops, forgot about the capital letters boycott for a second there.)

i think i'm going to write a book. memoir. because my life is really *that* interesting, you know. i'll just change the names of people and places and make myself blonde. it'll be an instant best seller. dag, yo. i think i'll call it... hmm... can't come up with a creative title. i'll think about it and get back to you.

winamp: move your body girl, makes the fellas go... ooh, the way you ride it girl, makes the fellas go...

HOMEWORK. HOMEWORK. HOMEWORK HOMEWORK. THE CAPS LOCK IS TAKING OVER.