Hrmm, I don't really know why I'm writing anymore. My shoulder hurts like a b***h. But I don't want to leave the computer yet: my hip hurts a little too much to get up at the moment. So I'll stay and complain a little longer about whatever comes to mind.
I still have to make an about me section. I'm thinking of doing it roleplay character style. It's gonna be totally kickass. And I still have to take a picture that doesn't look like s**t. Since I look like s**t at the moment, though, I'm probably going to end up using older pictures or something.
Ugh, my back hurts. I don't know why. That never hurt in the first place. But now it does. I think it's because I'm sleeping on my couch instead of on my bed. But my room is a mess, and I don't have the courage to go back to my bed yet.
I'm getting fed up with iTunes. I buy stuff from them to support the artists I like, but when I like a certain artist who isn't exactly mainstream (ex: Porcelain and the Tramps), I can't find ANYTHING. Which is beyond lame. Which is very upsetting. And I can't figure out how to delete album art. UGH. Oh well.
Well, now my shoulder really hurts. I can't remember the point of this OH! I needed to remind myself to do the MATH SCENE in Exposed. Okay, wow. It took me forever to remember that. Welcome to the depths of my mind, where nothing makes sense but it's okay because I don't want it to. Yeah. Whoo.
Feeling: PAIN
What I'm listening to: Price of Compant by The White Tie Affair
What I'm Reading: . . . Or Not? by Brian Mandabach
What I'm Watching: The rocky Horror Picture Show
What I'm listening to: Price of Compant by The White Tie Affair
What I'm Reading: . . . Or Not? by Brian Mandabach
What I'm Watching: The rocky Horror Picture Show
