My inspiration to write is gone once again. Any inspiration is gone. The story of my life. I notice that I get inspired to all of a sudden do this whole, makeover-change-your-life-around type of thing at NIGHT, and then I get all wired and stuff. Then when the day comes, I'm back to this feeling of.. I don't know, boring, dragging yourself around attitude.

Shit, this weekend there's so much shit I want to do and then I don't know if I can in CASE that C* finally has her party on Saturday. Why does she leave everything for the last minute? I want to call my sister, see if she can dye my hair already! And if she can, then that means sleeping over. Then there's also the chance that me and Jill might go to her brother's show in West Palm and I really really want to go. I love seeing them play live. Plus it's cool to see all of their girlfriends again 'cause they're all such nice chicks. And if C* has this party, I have no fuckin' clue what to wear. All my clothes are so raggedy and used and abused. Shit. Where the fuck is all my money going?