This weekend didn't go well. Today didn't go well. This week isn't going to go well.

I know the words, I mean the words, I just can't bring myself to say it and it's tearing me apart. That's no good.

I have a paper due tomorrow. Joy. And an oral preformance. More joy. Amy is picking now to talk to me online... After a good oh, 9-10 months? Maybe more? Eh, what ever.

Hung out with best friend for a bit. That was nifty. Got to rant and stuff. Then I came home and painted. Always good. Now that I have the tape lifted it's really awesome.

Room mate is slowly disappearing. Ok, I lied. I meant to say quickly.

The coffee my mom gave me a while ago is good.