i think i do

i think i wanna go out, but then again, no. i have to be up at some ungodly hour of the morning (i have yet to find out what time, but if my dad says he's picking me up after 8am, i'm going out, damn it, endless pages of the Irish Crisis or no). tons of reading to do, no motivation. bitch, bitch, whine, complain.

and someone, somewhere has REAL problems. *kicks self* shut up, already.