What are you thinking?

Why must I have so many thoughts that it seems stupid to post them all?

I need to have someone I can vent to.

Why must I be so in touch with my feelings?!?

 

I just got cat-called by a group of women presumably in their 20s.

At least it was mild (all they did was scream "oi, hey cutie" and the like from their car), but that was highly unpleasant. I can't believe they were drunk (I really hope they were) by 5:30pm.

And a man after that walked by me and said "Sorry about that. Crazy people are fine as long as they don have guns."

That was really rather weird.

 

Here in 'murica, we have crazy drunk people with guns.

 

I fucked up.
I was supposed to post a selfie on imgur and I thought my settings were right but it turns out the settings I had were on my old account and so I accidentally posted it publicly. So then I got a bunch of creepy messages and insulting ones in like 10 minutes before I realized.
God I'm an idiot.

 

Woke up from weird dreams. In one, I was in line at the grocery store, and I saw a display rack featuring, The Kim Davis 2016 Swimsuit Calendar, and I thought, "OK, what's wrong with this country? This is taking things too far!"

Was sorta funny, looking back, though in the dream it felt sorta spooky.

And that hair she has...with all this publicity, can't she go to a decent salon?

 

I reckon you have been drinking too much wine HP. That wasn't a weird dream, twas a fucking nightmare.

 

I just saw the man of my life!!! <3 <3 <3 Yes, I do have a crush on my beautiful thesis adviser, but earlier when she introduced us (her advisees) to several artists to help us in our thesis I immediately locked my eyes on that guy! He's wearing a green Joker shirt and eyeglasses and a handcrafted bag <3 He talked about stuffs, art stuffs, but DAMN his lips is just... <3 He's smart and funny and VERY inspiring! Then.... BAM, he's straight :dry:

 

I have the worst luck picking movies/shows to watch while eating.

 

Work, in about 30 minutes.

Yeah... that's about it really. I've already accomplished my weekly goals, and then some, so it's just relaxing and enjoying myself this weekend.

'Twas a fine week, I'd say.

 

Damn it. I have to rewrite this entire story. At least it's short, but I should've thought out the character's intentions so much better before going at it. It's so unrealistic right now...*cracks knuckles* well, time to tweak and rewrite and rewrite.

 

I really need to stop spending so much money on the people I love. :bang:

 

Considering how bad the weather is in College Park, this is one game I'm actually glad I'm not going to. But even from a non-biased standpoint, even a hurricane wont be able to save Maryland from the wrath of Michigan's defense.

 

My poor mother is stranded at a gas station with a flat tire.

 

TCU 30 Texas 0 26 seconds left in 1st. Wow..

 

This damn mouse wheel keeps squeaking! I haven't even had it that long!

 

Just got back from another trip to the local thrift store. I didn't get much, but I still think it was worth it. I got a microphone headset that works perfectly, and an adjustable electric razor that also still works for my goatee and other parts of my body. I've been needing to trim my facial hair for a while, as it's gotten a little unkempt, I must admit. That's not all I bought today, though, because I also ordered with the help of my mother some Transformers figures from eBay for Christmas. I got the original figures of Megatron, Shockwave and the cassette Overkill, and Combiner Wars Starscream. The Megatron figure needs new stickers, though, and I'm needing to get them from Toyhax.com, but neither I nor my mother can remember the password for our account, and we attempted to retrieve a new password three times but to no avail. What the hell, Toyhax? :dry:

 

The best thing about having season tickets is not having to sit through nonstop commercials for Viagra and Cialis...:dry:

 

Yes! I figured out our Toyhax.com password all on my own. Now I can get those sticker sheets for Christmas along with the actual figures!

 

Still can't sing. Which means I can't sing away my worries like usual. I really, really need my voice back.