eyes...yes.....eyes as red as stoplights......

i am so tired that my face feels like a huge rock. it's hard to make facial expressions...but it's not that hard to type, oddly enough. yeah....i don't think i got any sleep.......i got to sleep late, but i can't remember dreams, only a series of waking-up-and-looking-at-the-clock episodes. i didn't go to class today...but i went to school.....which was kind of pointless....i got free hot dogs.....last night while i was getting gas, some dude came up to me on a bike and asked if i would do him a huge favor. the favor was i go through jack in the box drive thru on account a he was on a bike. he needed to get food for his dad. he gave me money. it was cool. but i didn't ask for fucking cheese on the jumbo jacks like he asked for. oh well.....fuck him. he had cologne and he made me smell it.....for some reason. i'm so tired. life should be good....i'm actually reading three very awesome books (since you asked: the rules of attraction - bret easton ellis, clockers - richard price, the tortiall curtain - t. coraghessan boyle [the last is for class, but awesome nonetheless]); i've been listening to some awesome albums (the two new bright eyes albums are fantastic....the new elliott smith is still wonderful, neil young's on the beach is a near-perfect album, and i can't get enough of this bob dylan '64 bootleg from the philharmonic hall); and i've recently seen some awesome movies (notably, Melvin Goes to Dinner). But I feel like shit, and have felt like this.....shit, for a couple of days. Went to san diego on Friday to see bright eyes (and neva dinova, which i didn't end up seeing) and it was awesome, but it didn't make me really happy like shit has before. i don't want to use the phrase "in a funk" but it is so tempting....so THERE. i want to wrote more poem-shits, and i read this article that michele slapped in fronta me today about writing and stuff and i felt like it was mocking me.....it said just write, don't worry about..etc. yeah. no.....wait......yeah.