karma's a bitch

i think i'm getting on everyone's nerves with my newfound love for rent, so i'm going to try and scale it back for a while. i feel like i'm stealing it from katie, and i know how that feels. it's her thing, i'm going to let it be her thing.

i keep getting little email popups and they are pissing me off. i wish i could turn them off. when they all of a sudden stopped coming last week i freaked out because i love my little popups, but now that's they're back i wish they'd stayed gone. yar.

i wish my keyboard were quiter. i feel like i'm bothering people. maybe i'm just in one of those moods. last night was the bitchiest night of my like. karma's probably coming back to bite me in the ass. it was sooooo much fun though. i love to talk about people, and complain about the stupid freshmen outside our window at night. the fire drill in p-l didn't help either. everyone decided to come sit outside our window until they could go back in. hooray for out grassy null.

i write about nothing of substance. this is all just fluff. i wish i had some kind of political analysis, or at least wourld news to comment on, but no. i just sit here on the computer listening to shitty music and ready the entertainment news that nbc5 sends me. i have no culture and i am a shallow, horrid individual. i need to travel, or be humbled by some tragedy to the point where i appreciate life. hopefully it will happed sometime soon so i stop complaining about it.