Bad girl.

I am being not so good today. Sorry, I'd love to tell you why, but also I can't and I kind of don't want to. All I know is, the printer is out of ink and these birds are driving me insane.
I love soft and furry creatures, but these bonehead parakeets keep twittering and squawking and being inconsiderate. Hello birds? Blanket over cage=nighttime=go to sleep and shut up. My new roommate is nice, but her birds are merciless.
I'm nervous. Not guilty, but on edge and extremely aware that this is going to come crashing down with consequences. I need to get out of this room tomorrow morning and stay out. I didn't go anywhere today. I just stayed in my new and empty room with the blinds pulled all the way up and only my tiny tiffany lamp on and admired the sunlight coming in thru the windows and crawling across the room as the day wore on.
OK I'll tell you what's on my mind. I'm using my roommate's computer while she's gone to stay the night in San Diego, and I know that I won't tell her when she gets back unless she finds out herself. And I don't feel guilty, only anxious of the consequences. Because I printed something out on with her printer without knowing it was almost out of ink. So now there is no more ink. Plus I had a quick chat with her best friend on the AIM. I think I'm punishing myself.
Loser.
The terrible thing about being self-obsessed is that you are so terribly aware of being self-obsessed.
I just wanna go.
Leave.
Get out of here.
I'm dieing to do peace corps right now. Just leave the country, escape my American life. All the idiot political polkas going on right now, I'm sick of it.
But I do love guitar class.
I'm also trying to get into the rock climbing course.
Isn't it funny how we young people can flit from one heavy topic to the next "maybe I should order a pizza" thing?
I'm cold.