Sweet mother of cheese the last time I updated this was like just after New Years. Wow. Get with teh tiems.

Anyways!

Being bored in Chicago is not a good thing. This means that you literally HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO DO AND THEREFORE YOU MUST DAI. Well, granted, I don't live IN CHICAGO HOLY CRAP, but anyways. My friends have class, or work, and god is it a nasty day outside. It's not even three thirty and it looks like seven. Freaking weather.

WELL, I lied, I do have something to do. And that's homework. But I'm not doing it. Because I prefer to be bored. And honestly I've finished ALL MY FUCKING WRITING FOR THE WEEK I SWEAR TO GOD. Technically I've got a story to rewrite, but that can wait till next week. Or at least the weekend.

I love my Mac. Just wanted to say that. I love the keys. So smooth. And plus I've been converting people to tea and Apples, so it's all good.

Who needs Windows and Gates when you can have Apples and Jobs? I hope he's doing okay... ;___; I'd hate for him to just up and die, Jobs is so cool. HE FREAKING DESIGNED THE STAIRCASES IN THE APPLE STORES. AND THE LITTLE APPLE CORDS. OMG. HE'S COOL. (I.E. go see the photo of iRon Man. lol. It's in here somewhere.)

Anywho, just making small talk. Need to print fings but it's upstairs and I don't want to go upstairs.

Also I hate Kafka. I HATE KAFKA. I fucking hate that we have to read him for my class...it's BS, honestly. All he does is complain. And complain. And whine. And complain. I know I'm complaining about it but SRSLY GO READ HIS FUCKING DIARIES =__=! He's annoying.

And now, to hopefully not fall asleep. Or something. KTHXBAI.