Foxy is a great word

I'm jacked up on caffeine. I don't know why I thought it appropriate to drink a coffee-infused beverage at such an hour (actually it was like 3.5 hours ago) but now I'm paying for it.

I'm trying to finish homework that I don't understand and I'm all jittery. My hands are shaking and my mind is racing and I can't sit still. Sure some people say caffeine does nothing to you and I used to believe that but right now that shit is kicking in and I don't know if I'll be able to get to bed.

I made a new friend tonight. She's pretty awesome. Making new friends has been on my to do list but with all my fucking school work it's been pretty impossible.

I watched videos of Reefer Madness on YouTube today. In 1938 there was a film made to scare people out of smoking pot and in 2005 Showtime decided to turn it into a musical. It's about this cute little 50's high school couple that get caught up in the world of the Mary Jane and it stars my lovely little pixie Kristen Bell. It's got really catchy songs and of course KBell is impossibly adorable, except she looks ferociously hot in S&M garb. Like seriously jaw-dropping hot.

I'm listening to Albert Hammond Jr. He's pretty much amazing.

I'm going to try and do homework now. Try is the key word there.

Coffee isn't that horrible.
My toes are cold.
October break this weekend (4days bitches)

kthxbye.

They're falling

Guess what I can do?

...

Give up. Oh I'm gonna write a blog about crying.

Definitely, Maybe made me cry. Ryan Reynolds and Isla Fisher made me cry. Abigail Breslin made me cry.

I like crying, it's soothing. Helps getting out all those pesky emotions that you keep locked up in the back of your head, swirling and festering, until one day, one day you just let yourself go and the world crumbles at your feet.

Okay that was a little dramatic, I didn't cry that much. But I now always find myself crying over divorce, especially when there are children involved. I cry for lost love, for broken hearts, for those "what if" moments.

I think I need to cry some more, but I really haven't the time. Excuse me while I listen to some disheartening music, all the better to roil my emotions.

I really need a break from school.