By the time I graduate from college, I will have spent so many hours looking at housing on Craigslist and the billions of apartment websites that I could go into the industry and make a fuckin' mint.

I am wired, probably because of that. Dumbass self of mine.

In other news, I am working way too much, but I got to spend like eight whole hours today staring mindlessly into a television screen. I am cramping from my abdomen to my knees and Gr got pissed because I walked into her room when she wasn't there to borrow her West Wing--which I had already asked to borrow, set by the television, and she had scooped it up before I got through two of the episodes. I want to live by myself like nobody's business, but I have to ask Br, and I don't really want to do that on the first of February, but it looks like it's gonna roll that way. I want to live in the Darlington because I don't want any more roommates. I am tired of roommates. I understand why Mo spends so much in her room. My black dancing skeleton blanket smells like a stank ass. I want my own space.

I'm also a tad hormonal. My life has been great lately. But I am pissy and I apologize to the collective internet.

Nico and Neutral Milk Hotel make really great music and work flowed by so quickly I barely noticed Saturday and Sunday.