I feel like such a fag for having the urge to write crappy "emo" lyrics in stuff.

Today wasn't so great. I ran my PIPER experiment and there were a bunch of mistakes in some of the stuff that I didn't catch until during the test. Ughh. And some people cancelled. We don't have enough people at all, this sucks so bad. Everything's going bad.

Today Kevin, Blair, Katey and I opened up our joint bank account for the house.

I'm so stressed I wouldn't be surprised if I started getting grey hairs. I've got a research paper due Tuesday, another one due next monday that I haven't even thought about, I've got all that research project crap, I still have to write a paper for my other psych class, sodfhsakdfsfdafsa

Someone just volunteered to be on my PR committee and do the newspaper ad for this week, thank god.

The radio last night was fun. Except the toilet exploded or something on the show before mine and everything was soaked, it was so gross. Shaun knocked me down in the toilet and pee soaked carpet too. I was damp the rest of the show. Alot of people came. Then at the WTSR meeting today I found otu that I"m not supposed to have a random person on the show, and definitely not ELEVEN. I need to find a way around that.

Today was the Day of Silence and I didn't know it. I feel like such a jerk because I did it for the past three years and I didn't do it today. I talked all day because of my research and then I saw a set up for it and got the cards and taped my mouth shut. Then a second later, Gina called and I had to talk to her about the experiment, so I broke it right away. Then I sat through the whole WTSR meeting until the end when i HAD to say something because i was in a rush to get out and I couldn't have explained it to them. Then I had to go to the bank with everyone so I couldn't not talk then. Ughhh. I feel like such a sell out, I'm so dissapointed in myself. That was like, the one good moral thing I do all year.

Lost was a rerun too.

I wish when something was over that all of your feelings about the situation would magically resolve and you'd be fine and that it pop up in your head at innappropriate times and make you really upset and mad and sad and stuff.

Balls.