gah gah gah. Finals are laaaame. lame lame lame. I've just finished a 7 page essay on leslea newman and I was about to start on my journal which is due in an hour. then I realize it's in my car which isn't here because I just let ruth drive to work in it. Her car broke. Poor Stella. But Shane (my car) is my life and I need her back cuz I need to do this. mew. On a brighter note, i have this Friday off because it's Me and Ruthies one year anniversary. Weird. Doesn't seem like it's been that long. It seems like I was in Idaho visiting Dwyer just a couple of months ago. That was like a year ago. Over a year. Crazy. I hope life doesn't always go this fast because I want to enjoy this one.

I've been having rediculously weird dreams lately. Mostly religious. Last night I was in the church my mom used to take me too with my friend Eli and we were crawling under the pews. Looking for my purse, I think. Then I turned into this weird demon thing that was all made of ash and shit and it was really weird and scary. That big bird jesus dream was scarier though. I just need to stop going to funerals. I know 3 people who died last week. That's so weird to think it's absolutely impossible to ever see someone again. Even if you hadn't seen them in such a long time anyways. You just can't if you wanted to.

I wish life were as deep as I think it is. But you know, it's really not. People romanticize this place so much, and each other even more. Really, we're all fucked up in our own way and this place is rotting. eh. I swear to god if I have to go to disneyland for christmas I'm going to shoot something. With a gun. maybe snow white. pale faced little bitch. Then me and dopey are going to run away together, we'll bring sleepy too cuz he's cute. Maybe Eeyore from winnie the pooh. But definatley not that cinderella bitch. never ever. We'll just steal her carriage and sell her slippers on ebay. okay, that's enough sleep deprivated rant outta me.