i just wanted to take care of some 'for the record' business......
i'm a fucking brat when i want to be.
i mentioned a couple days ago that my dad and i waged a war on Landlord John, who, in actuality, is a very kind man. especially considering he's a landlord. the crisis: i couldn't sleep in my room because the heat was pinky's length away from unbearable. i won't carry on about the issue any longer; John resolved the matter by coming over tonight and plugging my AC unit in the wall and, stick a needle in my eye, i WILL sleep tonight, which is precisely the only responsibility of a bed/bedroom, in my opinion (ok, and a few recreational activities.... i can't pretend i don't care about those). but you know what? i don't stand corrected. for once, i got my way. when i think about it, getting my way is actually more uncharacteristic than me being a brat.

i'm getting antsy about this paper that's due on wednesday.
i keep dreaming about country USA aka three day drunkfest. with my best friends.
and i also keep dreaming about NYC. is it too early to be looking for jobs already?