*growl*

I'm so fucking uninspired and disillusioned. I hate it. Especially when you're supposed to be doing like 4 persuasive ssays, and an effing Art major. I feel like I'm stuck in a complete rut. Nothing new is happening. I just want this year to be over so I can leave and be stranger in a new land. That sounds good. But argh, I'm mainly sick of myself. I wish I could find a way to entertain myself. This weekend I've just been like watching DVD's and cmnt-ing people. I wish I could stir something up and have some fun, or something. I guess I do need to take matter into my own hands. But I know I won't, seeing as I'm a coward =)
I keep having crazy dreams, when I feel wanted. Then I wake up bawling my eyes out.
The other night I dreamt my school was in anarchy; people were drinking and smoking and breaking things. And a particular person noticed me and held my hand. And it was lovely. Then the dream changed, and my baby in my dream died, and the only reason people gave a shit was because it made them lose their appetite. Hence, waking up shaking with tears.
Eh. I'm too disenchanted with life that I don't even want to figure out a possible metaphor for all of that.