Mary-Jane Terrace

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2013-01-08 02:57:43 (UTC)

Next Monday

School starts next Monday, but thankfully I registered today. All I have to do is go through the fuckery of buying books again.

I'm staying up late tonight, as you can tell. This is a product of my own making. I took a 6-hour "nap" today, so I'm pretty fucked on the sleeping schedule for this week, unless I can get it back on track.

To be fair, I did wake up at 7 this morning for my dentist appointment, which was some bullshit. But that's my own fault as well, considering I'm the one who cancelled my appointment from last week that was set at a decent hour, because I'm a lazy anti-social douche.

Also, I'm really hungry. I'm easily resisting going downstairs to get food, but only because I don't want to get up. I ate a bowl of soup, a pop-tart and some pretzels today, so I'm not entirely sure why I'm so hungry, but I'm blaming it on the fact I slept for six hours in the middle of the day.

I feel like I've been using a lot of commas in this post already. I'm considering smoking some weed right now, but I hate smoking when it's dark out and it's too cold to open the window and I wish I could just smoke in my room and my parents not care but that would be too easy and now I'm not using enough commas.

I'm a little disoriented for some reason. I'm tired, but not sleepy. I'm bored, but I've been trying to do all the things that entertain, which isn't working so far. All I want to do is smoke. Everything is so much better when I smoke. Fuck me.

One last thing. Can't remember if I mentioned this in the last post (probably not, because I don't think I've posted since I found this out but whatever), but Brandy is quitting smoking because she doesn't want to work at McDonald's anymore. She wants to be a correctional officer, and I'm all for dreaming big but good luck with that.

This is also the official month of Mary-Jane's Lonely Stoner Escapades. There probably won't be much of the "Escapades" part, but there will be a lot of "Lonely Stoner"-ness. It'll be grand, trust me.

Ta-ta.




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