I really wouldn't read this post if I were you because I'm just killing time. Me killing time can be frightening. I've got nothing to say really. Well... I mean less than what I usually say. And THAT is saying a lot because look at my last two posts!! They were blah.

For the least five days (my days without coffee) Plain Ol' Sucky Headaches from the Depths of Hades have been battling and the prize is apparently my head and my sanity. For once I'd like to wake up and not want to cry. My head has been flapping around uselessly like a ragged pirate flag after being hit with 496 cannons.

Whih reminds me:

#1 I want to shoot a cannon

#2 I love pirates

#3 Johnny Depp is heaven is a pair of breeches.

Last night I had a dream I went to the grocery store with Cristana Ronaldo. I was wearing pajamas. It was totally innocent - he just needed some artichokes..

I totally made that up.

Yesterday I cut myself with a butcher knife. Non-purposefully. Someone had a bad of groceries on the floor in the kitchen and I picked it up to move it on the counter, not realizing some absolute jerkhole had thrown a knife into the bag. Apparently knived can cut through paper bags!! It's true! I'm lucky the knife poked out through the front of the bag away from my tender innards. Still, not knowing it was poking out the frint, I brought my right hand down very rapidly and sliced it open. Knives hurt.

The only things I've done today is take a shower, go to school, play tetris, create dirty poens with magnetic poetry (not really) and watch "Jaws" with the biology majors in the library. Why did I even watch it? I hate sharks. And I hate shark week. I also hate how I'm hungry and that I'm totally out of pretzels and kool-aide.

OK!! I'm bored with this and I'm sure you are too.