What are you waiting for?

I need to stop obsessively worrying that people I meet online don't actually like me and are simply talking to me to satisfy some vague personal amusement as I stumble around conversations stupidly. She IMed YOU first, doucheface. Remember that. HAVE CONFIDENCE. If they didn't like you, they wouldn't keep talking to you.

I think I have brain tumors, but Rebecca won't let me. She says she has them. She's selfish.

Megan will appreciate this. I finally got off my ass and did a CafePress store thingy, for the sole purpose of putting some...interesting images on t-shirts. It looks something like this:
http://www.cafepress.com/sukinishiyouyo.
Megan will be amused. Probably Pairaka too.

Supposed to make Valentines with Chenya and her mystery friend Adrianna tonight (BECAUSE OLIVER DOESN'T LOVE ME ENOUGH), but I have a whole lot of reading to do first, I should finish up my winter term, and I have to meet for Harlo's ExCo at 3, which means I should probably go hang out in the normal library instead of the Con library which is closer. Mm, closer, laziness always pays off now.

And then I have to wash the dishes and take out the trash or I'll kill myself.

Also this weekend, I should work on my art trades, the thing I'm writing, and the two cds I'm supposed to be sending eastward. If only my desktop didn't crash half the time I put my flash drive in.

There's a metaphor for sex in that, but I'm not going to look for it.

I'm listening to French music. And I like it. Help! Help!