high treason, global domination, spring cleaning, and a cuten army

i've been listening to the smiths for hours. today was the weirdest fucking day.


thanks to allie and jenn, upstairs is immaculately clean.. it's pretty amazing. it feels like late 2004/early 2005 in my apartment today; i have no idea what it is that's contributing to that vibe, but it is unmistakeable. it's a little bit amazing, and a little bit depressing. lately, that seems to be the trend.

there is so much on my mind, but i have nothing to say right now. i'm so fucking .... aghh. i don't know what i am.. except i do know that i'm exhausted.. and that being exhausted has a tendency to turn me into an impatient, demanding, overly-sensitive, reactionary douchebag... [i just had the creepiest deja vu...] ... anyway, as i was saying, i'm tired, and i have no way of knowing whether that's what's causing me to feel the way that i do about certain things right now, or if i've actually legitimately reached the end of a rope that was far too long in the first place. when i wake up, maybe i'll be able to sort it all out.

i can't believe i'm leaving in four fucking days. it's surreal. i'm scared.. but in a good way.

that's all.