I Used to Have a Heart.

I'm behind on homework and now I have this awful headcold that leaves me wishing to be asleep constantly.
Moreso than before, even, and that's quite a feat.

I haven't done much of anything today, though I had quite a lot of things to do. I moved my car and have no idea(once again) if it’s in the right place or if I’ll get a ticket. I have four now, quite a collection. All paid the day I get them of course, but still. I’m sick of getting them. I don’t really want to give my car up again but…

My damn keyboard is still agitating me. I used to have the thing where you can tap the touchpad and click on stuff disabled, but now that my laptop got fixed it’s back to that way and I can’t figure out how to disable it again.

My neck and back hurt a lot always, I need to use my certificate for a free chiropractic adjustment one of these days.

I’m going to a Gaelic Storm concert on Friday. I double-booked myself though, so I have to work at 9 and the concert starts at 8. Whoo.

February sucks so much. I hate it, it’s a lame-ass midget-month. It should be declared not a month like Pluto was declared not a planet; it’s so small it doesn’t count, and no one cares. You only notice February every four years. Or on Valentine’s Day, which is a sham of a holiday that deserves the sham of a month its in.
(I’m not anti-Valentine’s Day, but I’m neutral about it. It being in February is my only real beef with it.)

I’m stressed, bitter. I’m kind of an awful person. I’ve been listening to angsty music and thinking about writing more angsty poems. But I don’t because I don’t want anyone to read them anymore. I don’t want anyone to do anything with me. I don’t want to have anything to do with anyone mostly. There are few exceptions.

I got some health food, have decided to try to be healthier. Funny that I get sick now, isn’t it? Hilarious.

The one bright point of the month:
     I have the best roommate ever now. Soooo much better than my old one. She’s sweet and cute and everyone loves her. She likes me and doesn’t seem to mind how messy I am. She gives a damn about me. She has nice, polite friends and is quiet when I am sleeping. She enjoys naps as much as I do, and the same can be said for chocolate. She’s very nice.
     She bought me oranges this afternoon after she heard that I was sick. She gave me chocolate on Valentine’s Day, and presents from Vietnam when we met. I love her to death, and she likes me enough to have asked me to live with me next year. I am very happy, even if her boyfriend gets on my nerves when I’m in a bad mood. I enjoy playfighting with him when I feel okay, but otherwise I get irritated.

I love my roommate, hate February.

End.