It's sunday morning. It's the one day I actually get to sleep in and I didn't. I was up 'til 2 and up at 9.
It's the story of my life it seems: one dissapointment after another. This coming week I have an essay revision due, an essay due, and a midterm. The good news about this (yes, there's good news) is that I don't have time to focus on all the other things that are going on around me. I've barely noticed that I haven't had sex in over a month...and if you believe that, I've got a bridge for sale too. Shit, I notice everytime I see a cute girl how deprived I am (which as it turns out, is defined as having sex 10 times or less per year). I feel like I'm at that stage where I don't want to make an effort to do anything I don't have to do. My main goal is to get done with school and make more money. Once my brother graduates (and we talked about this very briefly) I hope he can find a good job so that we can get a place together. I know a few other people would be down to get a house together if we had enough go in on it.
Off to get pancakes...hope there's no cute girls around.