ahh.

I have soooooooo much to do. I'll be back on here after this week of craziness, and I'll tell you all about it.... O_o

braces and writers blcok.

i have braces. i got them last Thursday. I already broke one of the little boxes.

i also have writers block, as in, I'm having a hard time formulating complete thoughts, let alone complete sentences.

AHHHHH. I need a poem for the poetry slam on April 22nd. I got nothing. This is all I got, and it's nothing.

Ah. Nothing but braces and writers block.

(holds head and screams.)

I...

.....am going to sleep...EARLY.

YAY!

tick, tick, boom.

bonjour folks...it's been a while, and the idea of blogging has been in the front of my cerebral hemisphere for most of the way, actually, the idea of writing was taking up the space, and blogging is just one of my many writing venues.

What's funny is that I have a lot lot lot of homework to complete before the 4 o'clock (pm) hour, so I won't stay very long. I just needed a litte smoke break from the madness I call, my life.

This afternoon, hopefully - if homework is finished and time permits, I will be resigning from one of my many jobs, that of the secretary/assistant to the Manager of Campus Life. I have discovered that the time munchers of my life include that position, and I cannot afford more time taken away from ME. I need it back, damnit. Seriously though, I've been stressing out so much over getting things done (one of the reasons I haven't blogged too much), and I have so many things to do that there is never a moment when my head ceases to spin.

And on another note, I may have to cut some other factors out too, I guess wanting time for myself may be self-ish, but I'm starting to dislike being obligated to spend time with others.

I may be becoming a flaker.

Flaker: one who negates to participate; one who choses to disinclude oneself from the happenings of liked peers, associates, or friends; one who is invited within rhetorical questions...

Oh well. At least flakers have time, and choices as to how they will utilize their time. I, do not.

Not yet...but I refuse to let stress make me explode.

I will soon enough finish that chapter and play the chords of my electric guitar, and frolic, yes FROLIC!

Lucky flaker bastards.