i have realized that i write papers in spurts.
some sitting on my ass, typing a good chunk, then busting outta there and expending some pent up energy from focusing on the stupid fucking paper. like 20 mins of type, then 10 mins of bugging people.
seems fairly effective.
shit got done, eh?
i think i sat down at 11 and started that shit up.
i may be wrong.

anyway.
im ghetto.
my bad for always procrasitating about it and whining to other people about it.

i fucking have to figure out where my teacher will be tomorrow.
and i have to skip bio to do it.
no good.
whatever. bios gay.
boring. piss.

uh. i guess i'll head home to my internetless house.
tonight was good.
family can be sometimes annoying, i think its because i myself make them seem that way, but then other times, within minutes, they can be enjoyable.

im a crazy fuck around those guys.
none of you know.

dah. another weekend, another 16 hrs of money making and time away from friends with nothing better to do than find some sort of entertainment to appease them on their (G)DAYS OFF!@@#

im out.