Augh...

Why won't November come already? The first week of November alone brings:

November 1: NaNoWriMo starts.
November 2: First report card. Possibly suicide.
November 3: More novel-writing, or maybe mourning or not for my death.
November 4: Green Day concert, or funeral preparations & epitath.
November 5: Aural hangover from concert, using my Friday night to continue writing, instead of staying up late for no reason. Also, I go to bed early.
November 6: I get up early, buy the AZGIIs, drool [druul] over them for a few hours, continue writing.
November 7: Writing writing writing.

You can see why I'm so excited.

This will be, like, the single biggest week I have EVER had, excepting maybe Senior Camp '03.

That big.

I know, it'll be crazy. I'll need to order pizza at least once, and listen to lots of awesome music, and buy lots of other junk food to boot. No if only I had an income for which I didn't have to work && a place of my own && no school... I could get that much more done. I could maybe do a "24-hours-of-music" on Friday to supplement some awesomeness into my week.

But even so there's only so much awesome one can take.

In other news, nothing much has happened this weekend.

Like, nothing at all, except my night sucking big time last night for reasons undisclosed.

Suffice to say, it sucked.

At least I have my homework done and my Propagandhi to comfort me.

Keep on rocking in the free world, whether or not you're allergic to cats, I say.

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