well.
today sucked from 5 pm on.
and my files are completely jumbled and untitled.
my body and mind are both so exhausted. i haven't gotten much sleep. i can't fall asleep right now. wish i was intoxicated so i could fall asleep right now.
came home only to find that my house doesn't look the same.
at least it was comforting to drive my car.
felt like i've been gone for a couple of years, but those were the shortest 10 days of my life.
i don't know what to do with myself for the night.
i wish my computer wasn't messed up. that makes me even more sad.
i don't really wanna wash my clothes. is that weird?
i'll be fine, because i know me.
but right now.
i don't know.
later.
28 June 2009
25 June 2009
i feel
like i owe this thing a decent update.
why do i even have it? i don't know.
anywho.
it's now thursday. i'm in kierstin's room, eating sunships garden salsa, drinking diet coke, about to call elizabeth hicks so we can reminisce back to our young lives which consisted of cruel jokes about others and her once-love for hello goodbye. HA.
i had a dream my directors were like "sammy, we lied to you, you're really not that good. you're gonna make a fool of yourself at smu." and then i splashed oj all over them, taking off in such a frenzy that i, myself, left my bag there, only to come back but proceed with a more verbal bashing. i was mad. then i woke up to my phone alarm (which is the angry beavers theme song), snoozed it every five minutes from 10-12 noon, brushed my teeth, fell back asleep, woke up at one-ish, took a shower, and now i'm here.
i'm just tired is all, s'pose.
it's out of my hands now.
now i'm going to re-read this and see if it's worthy enough.
* * *
read it, it's still wimpy.
how do i juice this up with philosophical meaning and profound advice?
ne-v-er-m-in-d.
love, samantha.
why do i even have it? i don't know.
anywho.
it's now thursday. i'm in kierstin's room, eating sunships garden salsa, drinking diet coke, about to call elizabeth hicks so we can reminisce back to our young lives which consisted of cruel jokes about others and her once-love for hello goodbye. HA.
i had a dream my directors were like "sammy, we lied to you, you're really not that good. you're gonna make a fool of yourself at smu." and then i splashed oj all over them, taking off in such a frenzy that i, myself, left my bag there, only to come back but proceed with a more verbal bashing. i was mad. then i woke up to my phone alarm (which is the angry beavers theme song), snoozed it every five minutes from 10-12 noon, brushed my teeth, fell back asleep, woke up at one-ish, took a shower, and now i'm here.
i'm just tired is all, s'pose.
it's out of my hands now.
now i'm going to re-read this and see if it's worthy enough.
* * *
read it, it's still wimpy.
how do i juice this up with philosophical meaning and profound advice?
ne-v-er-m-in-d.
love, samantha.
23 June 2009
ough keigh, sew:
time is just going by way too fast. days are slurring together and i fucking hate it.
20 June 2009
17 June 2009
13 June 2009
girlfriend in a coma
cleaning
grocery shopping
cleaning
bleaching
cleaning
visiting
driving
cleaning
and about five more things
driving
camping from sun-tues out past houston
kayaking<3
hiking<3
driving
getting on a plane five hours later
i'm gonna be tired
but i'm used to it.
12 June 2009
z.i.g.
paul laurence dunbar high school advanced orchestra
best of wilco
chicago christmas
i remember klezmer music
4 cds in front of me.
best of wilco
chicago christmas
i remember klezmer music
4 cds in front of me.
08 June 2009
06 June 2009
05 June 2009
04 June 2009
03 June 2009
S*E*N*T*I*M*E*N*T*A*L
i'm feeling that way again. i welcome it, but i hate it because i can't put my finger on it.
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