there's a piece of me in every single second of every single day.

Still musiccrushing on Jack's Mannequin, big time. And I'm getting into Metro Station, last names aside. And even though it's so uncool, I might start digging on Angels & Airwaves. Hey haterkids, fuck you, okay?

Six and a half days of hell left until I'm confined to the prison that is my home. High points for this summer are nothing, and Warped Tour. Warped makes me super nervous though, because somehow I'm going to have to shower and wash my hair and shit and live at my aunt's house and I've never been there and it freaks me out more than a little.

I felt like complete shit yesterday and today I feel like complete shit with a headache. I got a lot of sleep last night, but it wasn't all good sleep. I'll admit it, it feels like anxiety is eating me alive. Guh.

So, realizing that I lost the five-subject black notebook that I had first semester, I have, as of today, begun replotting my oh-eight NaNoWriMo novel. I had like, almost everything worked decently out in the other notebook, so now I just have to try to remember high points and make everything else better.

And, other than Hell's Kitchen, I think I'm sunk for good TV until mid-June. Lame.