I have a very specific complaint today. Girls whose relationships with guys consist more of hero-worship than anything else. You know what I'm talking about. It's pretty depressing.

Actually, I have a number of specific complaints...the inconsistancies of the romani language (or gypsy-talk, i like to say. ha. that would give my prof an aneurysm.), my lack of motivation in actually sitting down to write my thesis, my constant tiredness which results in my lounging in bed for hours at a stretch--feeling too guilty to actually fall into a deep sleep but also too out of it to do anything productive, the monotony of work.

I want everyone in the world to look away for the day so that I can do anything I want, run around, skateboard really badly, buy a chipotle burrito, without feeling silly.

On the other hand, I have my GTA vice city map taped up on the wall in my back room now, and I am looking forward to watching a much anticipated movie this weekend.

That gallon of mint-chocolate chip ice cream I bought last week was clearly a mistake.