this layout is beginning to piss me off. i don't play the drums, i play the violin. i need to change it.

the passé statement "i hate stupid bitches" just about sums up everything that's going through my head right now, even though i don't really hate anyone in particular.

this american studies bullshit can and should make a person feel like a stupid bitch. in the event that it does, believe me, i will be laughing.

today ben wrote a blog on laughter. i love to laugh. laughing is great.

stress stinks. nowadays even masturbation ceases to be a source of relief, and it bugs me that i can't remember the last wet dream i've had. i don't think i've ever had a wet dream, unless you count the ones where i'm drowning in the ocean. all of my recent dreams have personified and amplified my stress into weird characters and situations, and what sucks is that there's no actual fucking going on in any of them. if i wrote them down and described them, they wouldn't seem as cool to me. somethings just don't look great on paper, like love and cartoon-style panda bears. or is it the opposite?