my friends tell me you're bad news, but I don't care I like you

Its only 7:30am. Its Sunday. Sunday is funday. I can’t have funday today. I’ve got to study. I should sleep some more. The number one method of interrogation is sleep deprivation. If I don’t get enough sleep I won’t be able to remember the things I study. I’ll fall apart. Maybe if I stare at the ceiling my eyes will get tired and I will fall asleep again.

This is not working. Maybe if I close my eyes and try to think about nothing and lay really still.

This is not working either. It is ten. I have to get up. This is ridiculous. I am hungry.

I’ll study at Mona’s over pancakes and coffee...

I can’t study here its too loud. I’ll just pretend to study so I look cool. Sitting alone at breakfast on Sunday is not cool. If I look like I am studying then maybe people won’t notice I am alone.

I need to do some Christmas shopping. Tattered Cover is around the corner. I should buy people books for Christmas.

This is a cute journal. My little niece will love it. She will begin writing early. It will help her cope with life and being a teenager. All her struggles and awkwardness will dissolve in the pages of the journal her older, cooler aunt from Colorado bought for her for Christmas. I’ll write the first entry for her. “Use this to write all your thoughts…how much you hate your mom or the boy you think is cute, etc.”

The new Vonnegut book! Perfect. My cousin lives in Cape Cod. Vonnegut lives in Cape Cod. She should read his work. I don’t think she will appreciate it. Maybe she will. Maybe she will read it and be inspired and have a great revelation about how life is more than being a flight attendant and wearing the cool new sweater from Banana Republic. Maybe she already knows this and I should give her more credit. No. Vonnegut needs to help her. But I better read a couple pages to make sure its not too much for her.

“A snarf is someone who smells the bicycle seats of girls.”

Too much! She will read that sentence and never finish the book. Then I will be $24 poorer for no good reason. Vonnegut probably moved to Cape Cod because its such a beautiful place and only about 10% of the population would know who he is.

Oh god. Its almost noon. I am just stalling now. I have to study.

My apartment smells funny.

I am going to put this xaviar girl sticker on my snowboard. Right on the front so I can look at it as I am riding down the mountain. It looks really cools. Those girls are cool. I wish I could be as cool as them. I want to learn how to olllie. If I could ollie I could skate like them. I need to learn how to ride with my front foot on the board. Dave wants to go skating. I want to go skating. Today is funday. I should go skating, but I really should study.

Paul’s on the phone.

No. I can’t go have brunch. I already ate. I have to study. I can’t study at my apartment. Its too messy. And it smells funny. I should take a shower. I smell funny. Okay. I’ll meet you at the Monkey Bean.

I wonder if people could hear everything I thought if they’d tell me to shut up.

I should write a post about this.