not sullenly writing haiku’s
ehxaustedly writing hiaku’s

i wasn’t aware that i was fighting with amy. fighting with amy might entail talking to her.
as of now i work my ass off, and everything i do is wrong, so obviously i’m much more incompetent of amy, in fact i’m so incompetent those around me find it hard to believe that i can tie my own shoes.
but it doesn’t matter, i’m so over even trying to be angry, i don’t have the energy.
there are about one hundred million other things going on in my world, the drift is probably 1% of it. the problem is it’s the only 1% that people see.
just feeling grumpy, tired, irritated, worried and desperately homesick.
as for the “drift issues” i’ve decided to resolve it by only taking assignments. i’ll write take pictures and turn them in, but i’m not coming up with anymore ideas, and i sure as hell won’t layout, seeing as how it’s a huge waste of everyone’s time and everything i do is shit anyway. i’ll do everything that is asked of me, but as for being creative,showing initiative, and working my ass off…fuck it, if i can’t do anything right i’m not going to bother wasting everyone’s time.

sorry i’ve been sullen irritable and annoying, really don’t take it personally, it’s a lot more than just the drift. sorry.

> Orgy - 107
> Orgy - Fiction (Dreams in Digital)

Got back from seeing Matrix Revolutions with Molly, it was good, talking with Jon…he’s still as weird as ever. He supposedly got a dildo. Now why the fuck do I need to know this? I swear, some people are so stupid they should just be taken out and beaten to death with a rusty spoon. Smack. Anyway, I’m listening to Orgy, I’m obsessed with them again, I’m going to burn a mix of their good songs. Molly and I had this great conversation on the way back, it was very edifying. I’m profoundly bored right now, and profoundly tired. That would almost be a parallel sentence. I skipped English today to work on the paper…I heard from my friends that all he talked about was paraphrasing. What the fuck? What does he thing we are, IMBECILES? If after twenty minutes you don’t get paraphrasing, another hour and a half isn’t going to help. Well anyway, Molly and I designed page two of the paper, it looks really cool, we changed it to a 12 column grid. Well, I guess that was it. Daniela and Amy continued their rediculous fight onwards at dinner…it’s really gotten inane. We went to the brewery, and as Molly was trying to suggest a Drift day-long bonding getaway, Amy complained about that the pages weren’t done, and Daniela sullenly wrote haikus about how cold she was. I mean, there comes a point where you just need to put aside your differences and work to a common goal…and they’re not getting it. Oh, I bought Daniela an ugly tie at the thrift store today for her friend that she sends ugly ties too, she loved it. And I got my tube of white at Ben Franklin, the guy was so nice, I was short like twenty cents and he’s all “just bring it when you get it”. It was cool. I sent Invisible Monsters back to Kathy, it was like five dollars…the rest of my allowance. Money goes so fast. Well…I should probably go to sleep, gotta get my four hours in.