I think I'm in the blogging mood right now, so I better take advantage of it, cuase I know it won't last for long. You have no idea how many diary/ jounral things that I've started, wrote regliouisly in for a month or 2 and then just stopped, so we'll see how long this blog-infatuation lasts. I have to get one thing off my chest though. I hate the word "blog". And I hate myself for using it so often on here now. "I'm a blogger" "Well, I'm off to blog now" "I feel like blogging right now" or as Jenn likes to say "Blog this you rat!". C'mon Jenn. That doesn't even make sense. But anways, right now I feel like shit. I drank too much last night and I'm paying for it now. My room's a mess too. Everything is sticky. I must have spilled something. I love not being able to remember things that happened the night before. Damn you Icehouse. I had fun though, I know that much. I have no more cigarettes left and I am too fucking lazy to go walk and get some. Thank God I don't whine alot. That would be annoying. I don't think I'll change out of my pajamas all day. Sounds like a plan to me. My friend Chandler wanted to go see Garden State today, but I'm not in a movie-mood. I feel like laying down and watching the last of the Olympics. I don't want to talk and be social. I've got the apartment to myself for the next couple hours, I think I'm going back to sleep and rejoice in my lazy-assness.