sueno, thugg liricas, el gato, muchachas, y mi vida

i hate the fact i can't sleep anymore. i mean, it was truly the only thing i think i was really good at. now i fail at that every freaking night. i toss and turn and think about the same crap. then during my short intervals of sleep that i can get, i dream about the same stuff i think about, which wakes me up. anyways, its a vicious cycle that i can't seem to escape. jessie told me of some root or seeds or plant thing that will help with the sleep, but like i can remember what its called. and even after i get it, what the crap do i do with it? put it in a brownie mix? i'll have to get back with her on that one.

i cannot wait for school to be over. we are so dang close, but at the same time, getting so far behind. we've missed the last two days of study groups, so we got a lot of catching up to do. today i'll be tackling the paper for my berrrockrasee class. i mean, i say i'm going to do it, but i can see it now. i'll finish this post here at work, kinda look around on the internet, just kinda chill a bit, maybe fall asleep. listen to tunes, and before i know it, it'll be quittin time. so, i guess i should say, i hope i can even get around to starting it. on a lighter note, jessie and i are perfecting our skills in that class in the art of "name that lyric." from your favorite thugg gangsta's to the sweetest rockin out there, we sure know how to pass the time in carolyn's class. plus, all three of us owned her freaking midterm. each got over 100% with her lamo extra credit. you all get a high five from me! come on, put em up biotches.

if my cat were human, he would be one of those people. you know, the type to wake up everyday before sunrise, make his little coffee, read the paper, maybe catch some news, not that he has to be at work or school so early, but for no freakin reason at all. every morning before work i wake up at 5:45, and as sure as my bad looks, he is up with me just kinda following me around. i'm on the computer, he's on my lap. i'm in the bathroom, he's drinking the water from the sink. i don't know what his deal is, but he's got some whack sleep schedule. i'm sure it has a lot to do with the fact that like most cats, he sleeps about 22 hours out of the day. but i gotta mention, kim stepped on his paw with her shoes on last night. poor thing hollered like, well, like things that holler. it was funny though. and she complains i abuse the cat? nice try.

well, i was planning on bringing up the topic of "being a guy, being a friend to a girl, and people bitching about it," but i think its pretty self explanatory. there are some people in the world who are guys, who may have friends that are girls, and sometimes ever so often, people unnecessarily bitch about it. its fine to joke, but lets not cry about it okay? now, no one take this the wrong way because its not directed to anyone in particular. i can just already see fresh brewed crap in the future. so now you know, and knowing is half the battle....nice catch blanco nino!

okay, its about time for me to not write a paper. out.

these are my thoughts written down on paper,
it's my only savior,
from not saying what I want to say,
these are the thoughts that are on my mind,
moments that haven't yet been defined,
and I don't know if you could ever understand,
these are the things I can't say when were alone.