There is some fiction in your truth...

And some truth in your fiction. At least that's what I'd like to think.

I'm going to pre-order the PostSecret book. That site is amazing, and it always makes me think. As crazy as some of them are, and while I might not have experience exactly what they're talking about, I feel a connection to ever single one I read. It's incredible, and if you haven't checked it out, I recommend you do.

I hate school, I hate to work(but I love my job), and I hate deadlines. But something about all three make me feel productive. I guess you can't live without them.

My typing skills are quite shitty right now. It's almost like I'm drunk or high, but I'm neither. Well, I guess I know what I'm doing tonight. I love living away from home. The "new" apartment is finally starting to feel like my home now. I think it helps that there are more of us; it contributes to that sense of family, even if it's artificial and surrogate.

I think I'll swing into work today and pick up some movies. I need to buy some things that have been on my list for a while now too. Pay off a few bills. Get a few essentials. Went grocery shopping yesterday and I'm now enjoying some O.J. and Wheat Thins. Why the hell did I just type that? Seriously though, among the things I need to buy which are large and on my long term list is a bigger bed. I want to rearrange my room, but I'm holding off so I'll just have to take out the old one and fix everything the way I want it the at the same time I get my new one.

I'm writing because I'm putting off reading and doing homework. Like I said, I hate school, but at least I'll do something with my life because of it. If I won the lotto tomorrow, I'd be on a one-way trip outta here with her by my side to wherever she'd want to go.

Song 2 - Blur