ok so it is probably this simple: go to office, talk to director of school, ask for schedule change, rebuttle. tell them i need to pay EXTREME debtage. i NEED daytime working. i NEED nighttime schooling. why don't i just do that? isn't it logical? the answer is right there. i am a night girl. i am sleepy now because it is something before twilight and i can't function. period. i can: smoke, drink, and talk (maybe to some people), write, but mostly i can read. READ. there is no READING at my school because everyone there is a dumbass and i am going to come out the dumbass if i don't push myself to go up there and ask for a schedule change. GO TODAY! GO TODAY! after five, go TODAY. don't be the dumbass. be the smart girl. daddy's money is ONCE AGAIN on the line. don't fuck this up.

other things that i have on a list somewhere in my notebook or car or...: a business venture with ciara, our band, noel time, losing an almost hidious amount of weight before october (i found out when i talked to robbie yesterday that is when he is coming and why do us girls want to look better for them i don't know.. but that is that.), get in contact with most people.organizations.lables.venues.bands .magazines... on the contact sheet that childbride and hips designed at the coffee shop, finish reading junky. yes it is spelled with a y. hmm. with a, "Y". okay what else, oh. schedule a hair cut at a place i like on st. mary's street. schedule a couple doctor appointments. party on saturday for allen's birthday. make some stationary and logo designs and such for hellopop.

this list is strenuous. i am putting her away.

in my dream last night i beat my father to shit. omg. i also had a lover the whole time. a nameless and faceless lover who wanted to fuck me everywhere and every which way and it didn't matter who was there. gross.