Current mood:	gloomy
Current music:	ben harper- by my side

I'm not even supposed to be here today
my ONE day off, and here is what I'm stuck doing....

Go all the way to the fucking sunset to deliver our rent check.

Stop in at washington mutual to cash one of my roommates checks (since bank of america wants to hold it till the 11th.

Bug my other roommate about giving me another wamu check for rent and bills.

Go to campus to visit a professor, because she doesn't belive in email OR phones. How do they get away with this shit? I understand she has alot of students...but try to cut off all communication at any other job. See how quick you get fired.

Deposit my check, other assorted moneys, at BofA.

Hit up a drug store for makeup (at this point, I may as well go to a sherwin williams to cover up my face. Every time I'm on the rag, the hormonalness gets worse and worse and my skin turns into a game of connect the dots. Silly me for thinking this shit would clear up once I grew up and went to college. I should also find some crap to keep my hair in line, or else I'll chop this housewife do into the dykey haircut it so misses. I WILL GROW OUT MY HAIR IF ITS THE LAST THING I EVER DO.

Pay the obligatory visit to a friend who broke up with his girlfriend.

Speaking of hormonal-ness. I probably should set up an appointment at Kaiser to get on the pill.

Go to the DMV to get California residency. Yes, I still haven't done that.

Make an attempt to clean my room. It's not going to happen, but I can pretend, right?

Avoid my mom's calls, because every time we talk it's twenty five minutes of her bitching, then going on about how "I shouldn't worry...things aren't that bad." when I tell her I have to get going, causing another five minutes of her talking. Meanwhile, she has NO idea about anything that I'm going through.

Hopefully...tonight I will be able to reward myself with beer and a bowl at Gold Cane.