No Sleep Till Something Something.

Status Report

Day 1 of The Great Fauxskin Experiment

Wearing: Just my tuggy.

WinAmp is playing: Night At The Roxbury soundtrack

Last ate: A single poptart.

Last round of masturbation: under an hour ago, in a futile attempt to help myself sleep.

Entry Start Time: 2:48 AM

What I’d like my DiaryName to be: Uncircumcising.

Based on Esther’s “Senses”.

Well, so much for sleeping tonight. I’ve given up, completely. I submit, it’s impossible for me to sleep tonight. At all.

Oh sure, it’s quiet now. I went to bed around 10:30 PM. Fell asleep before not-too-long. Woke up to the sounds of a massive circle jerk. No wait, it’s just some stereotypical males grunting to American Football, the horrible game that it is. I laid in bed, thinking if I just didn’t open my eyes, I could fall back asleep. More grunting. Even heard a female voice in there, now and then. Must be a bull-dyke. I had to check the time. Yup, that early. I considered being a stick-in-the-mud and asking them to kindly drink some cans of SHUTTHEFUCKUPTM. Alas, I’m just too damned nice. I began plotting to blast music in the morning before one of my first periods.

Oh yeah, did I mention that I have one of those in a couple hours?

Almost 3 AM. I have to get up in four hours. Well, did. I’ve decided that it’s absolutely pointless to GOTO class if I’m dead tired. I’d have to get up at 7:15, get my eyes from stop being blurry and stop burning, put some clothes on.. catch a bus to college ave. Um. THEN sit through class. I doubt I’ll be coherent enough to actually learn anything. More pennies down the drain. *flush*

I don’t think I’ve actually skipped class yet. I do know I’m behind on all the readings in all my classes. I’ve missed homeworks in two classes so far. There’s homework to do for my Numb Anal class, which I haven’t looked at yet. That’s due in um twelve hours? I don’t think I’ll be doing it.

Usually I get bummed out when I slack. Apparently, now isn’t one of those times. Now is one of those times when I’d rather just play video games, write in OD, and jack off all day. I wonder if the whole having-no-classes-on-campus thing is getting to me. An 80 minute class turns into something that eats over two hours of my day. This morning, I waited a half an hour at the bus stop, with two full B busses going by. It’s either wait for the bus, or get there earlier. I’m so god damned lazy.

Princess and I discussed how I have no direction in life. Or something like that. I’m sure we’ve had similar conversations before. What am I going to do when I graduate? Not a clue. What do I care about? Not much, apparently. I could guess, but I’d really only be making up things on the spot. She tells me I should think about these things. I’ve tried. So many times I’ve tried. All it succeeds in doing is clearing my mind of all thought. About as blank as I get. I seem to be wandering around life rather blindly, just bumping into whatever I run into. That’s how I ended up at this god damned college. It would be pretty sad if I went through my entire life like that.

I made some assertions to Princess which she refuted: All people are capable of anything they put their minds to. This came about because I was saying how anybody else can do what I do. And conversely, because of that, I can do anything anybody else can. I’m too lazy to flesh out our viewpoints.

It’s 3:30 AM. I have class in a few hours. And I am ABSOLUTELY WIRED. *mumbles incoherently* This is what I get for thinking I could GOTO bed early and catch up on sleep before an 8:10.