Sometimes these eyes...

Out of being exhausted, I am giggly about everything. I am in the writing mood, but not in the kind of mood where I want to write my six page paper. I am in a creative mood, but not creative enough to write down bull shit about Paris. I know shit about Paris. Absolutely nothing. I have no quotes, no exact direction, no stimulation. I want to create funny things right now. I'm in a funny mood. I feel like hopping and skipping around my dorm room and sing to Franz Ferdinand and Cherry Poppin' Daddies. And I want to burst out laughing at my decisions in life. Why do I choose to dine at Kate and Willy's only when it's closed for special reasons? I am such a fuck up. About five times I have suggested Kate and Willy's and everytime we/I go, I see the security staff outside the door because they like it up the ass. I am so tired right now. This paper is due at 3pm tomorrow. And it's 10:45pm. I have only my heading. Not even a title. Granted, I have an outline but it's the shittiest outline that I have ever made. Well, not true. It's pretty damn good. I made it in like three minutes and it's coherent. Though I know shit 'bout Paris. I know that Hemingway, Fitzgerald and Stein all lived and worked there...but that's not relevant to THIS class. I know that the Eiffel tower is there...but that has nothing to do with my topic of women in the changing Paris. I know that Paris is a place that I've never been because I'm hella po'. Suck my dick, Hofstra.

So I'm really, really exhausted, but I have so much energy. Yet I'm not writing my paper. Oh man. I will kick myself for this later. Probably in an hour when I can't keep my eyes open. Spring Break is in two days. I cannot wait for that week off. I deserve it. I will do creative stuff. I will write that play that I wanted to write a few months ago. Remember that, Andrew? It should be really funny because I'm using my friends as inspiration. Me as the main one. Should be hella funny. Imagine me as someone who cannot sing or dance (hard, I know) wanting to be famous on Broadway...with asshole friends who want to destroy me. Absolutely brilliant. Just call me brilliant.

K. I gotta write shit down.


"I can't have my step dad hangin' around!!!"
-Talking to Rick, SNL.