my head fucking hurts.

yeah, i'm sure that's not what not what ya's thought you'd read by that amazing introduction of a title ya'll got. so tot hat: HA!

moving on. yeah, my head hurts. why does my head hurt? Can't rightly say. Seriously, i can't. Just does. Though, it probably has something to do with me having sat here for close to three hours typing and mashing at this keyboard and staring into a computer screen while trying to remember weird things that occurred almost two weeks ago for a journal entry that should have been submitted a week ago. I've been a bit late as of late on my school work.

The last two weeks have been basically a long stream 'fuck this' style situations. It almost seems pointless some of this shit I'm doing to myself. By this i mean my course load schedule, coupled with my internship at the College and my job at the store, i'm stretched pretty damn thin. often, i'm finding myself working at the college from 8 or 9 in the morning till about 4 or so in the afternoon, leave then and go home. once home I shit, shower and change from business clothes into my work uniform to be at the ACME at 5:30 and stay there till about 10 or 10:30, depending on how busy we are. I go home and I am too tired to do jack shit so i just go to sleep and do it all again the next day. On my days off from the ACME I'm workin' on my school work for the Senior class i'm taking. I don't get much time for myself.

this is all cutting into novel developement time. I'm making some awesome head way in terms of where i want in terms of character developement and such, but i'd like some time to actually write this thing. I can plot and outline this thing till im blue in the face but it's not getting it written any faster. i mean, unless i'm not mistaken, the purpose of planning the outline of the novel is to, i dont know, write the bloody thing.

ugh.

so this week was wasn't a complete washout. I was able to get all kinds of dressed up and go to an 'etiwuette' dinner and learn how to eat like a fancy rich person- which I am NOT. yeah, i dont know why the frak my school requires me to go to a dinner based around centuries of 'tradition' thats got a history that amounts to bullshit and circumstance. I got to sit in a room full of people i half knew and learned how to eat in a fashion that was taught to me when I was a little kid. that's right, I know how to eat in an etiquette dinner- I just choose to eat like a fat American slob.

oh and Wednesday was my 28th. For my birthday I got a 100 dollar gift card to Best Buy from my folks. I put that towards the Zune HD (AKA: technological crack in silver metal)
So at any given time you will see me with my Nintendo DS, Zune HD and a five year old cell phone that I refuse to upgrade because of my hesitation to sign another two year agreement. All i need now is a grappling hook and I'm Batman.

I also got a book about the late Harry Kalas, TV announcer of the Philadelphia Phillies (baseball team), a Phillies Championship T-Shirt, and a copy of Wolverine on DVD.

Speaking of Phillies- I've been really hoping they get into the World Series again. Unfortunately (or fortunately) my other favorite team,Boston Red Sox, are also in it to go to the series. This puts me in a bind: Who the hell do I root for if both the Phils and the Sox go against each other?
And for some reason I'm in a Nirvana mood.