I feel so sick. I just ate way too much, actually for the past two days I've basically been stuffing my face, really have no idea why. Comfort food probably. Because I haven't got what I wanted? And right now, instead of writing my history essay, which is due tomorrow, and counts for 20% of the overall grade (and I've only written 329 words out of 2000), I'm watching Fight Club. Success is my middle name. But it's probably the best movie ever. I'm up to the bit where Eddy Norton finds out he's actually Tyler Durden. "All the ways you wish you could be, thats me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck. I'm smart, capable, and most importantly, I'm free in all the ways you are not."
If I had the choice, I'd have a alter-ego who fit all those criteria. I reckon that'd be fucking sweet! But anyway.
Got home from work before, and the door to my room was wide open. Bit weird, seeing as it was pitch dark, and raining.. and I'm fairly sure I locked it this morning. And then I realised the key that I leave in the inside wasn't there anymore. So I asked mother and une petit Diablo. Neither of them have taken it apparently. Which is great. There's some random person running around, with the keys to my room. Probably. Actually I think I'm just being paranoid again. To be quite honest, they're probably in my bag. I still am considering getting my lock changed though..
I need a new job. My current one, as a check out chick (woooo) doesn't really pay enough for my ever increasing debts. I owe lots to society, but mostly to my poor phone company. I was thinking, being a porn star would get you shit loads yes? Not sure if I want to get my kit off infront of a camera though. Might be a bit strange, especially as I have a major problem with people seeing me naked anyway.
Edward Norton looks like a massive twat when he's running around in underwear. Wouldn't stop me marrying him though.
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