Father, You're Too Late - My Faith Is Weak. So Won't You Save Your Half-Hearted Speech?

God, I would kill for a Red Bull right now.

It's eight in the morning, and I'm so tired I can barely see straight. I'm all "bleh" and stuff.

It's a fucking horrible week. Finals as far as the eye can see. And I don't even have my iPod in to fight the effects.

But hopefully, this week from Hell will go away soon. I have, like, fifty books at home to read AND college applications to fill out, so I doubt it very much so.

Think about it, though - the end of the quarter is near. That means no more gym, and sturff like that.

AND THE NEW ALBUM THAT WILL SAVE OUR SOULS IS COMING OUT IN NOVEMBER. I seriously told my mom that November 22nd, after school, we were going to the record store to get this CD. Make the plans now, while we still can.

You know . . . I don't know. I don't know what to write at the moment.



^this is my new - mostly - writing notebook. It's actualkly filled with bar lines (for music) but I'm re-tooling it because I love the look of a little black book *laugh* I want a better one, but I'll have to hit up B+N next weekend for it. Why? because I have a new idea - again. Gods and goddesses, I need to start finishing things. My life is getting out of hand.

Okay, well, this is the end. Keep me in your thoughts, guys.

~Jink the tired