WHY IS NO ONE UP RIGHT NOW?

i think my head is about to explode. but because i dont want to get into it, i'm just going to write. write write write.

let's see. well, +1 is contacting me again. which is perfectly appropriate since now i have no time to go over there and slap his fucking face for being so damn stupid. actually, that's not true. i'm going to PR in a few weeks again i think, but maybe i'll just be an even bigger ass and avoid him.
who am i kidding?

um. i'm registered at school. which is fine. whatever.

seriously, this entry is so pointless. i'm just trying not to pick up the phone and yell. i haven't been this agitated in months. well, at least not in an angry sense. i hate you, maria eugenia, for going to bed with the gallinas.

....[this represents the 15 minute pause i just took, while trying desperately to reach a fellow insomniac friend]....

let's try something different.

i recently lost some weight (i dont remember if i already talked about this or not...oh well). it's been fine, i dieted, walked even more than i already did (which basically means i am walking everywhere), and blah blah blah a few weeks later somehow i was less "Pale J. Lo" and more "Unevenly Distributed Shakira On Platforms." it didnt hurt that my hair is out of control.

anywho, i'm thinking now that i'm all into the walking and i'm getting into the yoga, and i've signed up for a few cheese classes at Artisanal, and you know, my friends think i have this earth mother thing going on, then MAYBE, just maybe, it's time to drop this fucking anger thing i'm feeling right now, because, really, who cares? the fact of the matter is, everything beyond how i feel is just external. so if stuff with my family is complicated, or if some people just blow my mind at how fucked up they can be, then oh well.
am i still enlightened, chona? or did i just lose that status with this fucked up rant?

BAH.