Just B*tchin' Just Kiddin'

Borders is going out of business. But everyone knows that. However, I still don't know why they have to post those eye sore signs every two feet, as if we just don't get the message.

Anyway, someone's loss is another's gain. In this situation, Borders losing bigtime is my gain to hoard tons and tons of Art books at a cheap price. Sorry B, I just can't complain.

So today, I went and spent a butt load of moolah on books I really could google up the information for. Actually, anyone could google anything but one click leads to another and then there goes three hours of your life. Though you redeem yourself because you finally know about 80 trivia answers to Jeopardy.

...well, I can. But it's not one of those satisfying drooling-on-the-sides-of-the-mouth-limbs-sprawled-out-snoring-really-loud type of sleep.

Hence, I'm always exhausted. All I can think about is sleep. It's come to the point where it's the only thing I desire, long for, and the very thought plagues my head. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep...

Why? I'm not so sure. If i knew why, I'd fix the problem. Face it, I'm too poor to go to a shrink to nip pick hairs.

So what is it that I do in the ungodly hour (3:45-ish am)? Start hating the world for not being able to sleep. I need some ZZZZZzzzzzzzz

Dream Studio Necessities:

For the past few days, I looked through  my closet only to discovery that I've ruined just about a third of it with paint stains. I think I'm inevitably becoming a hipster in fashion. Mainly because life as a student is making it meagerly, but life as an art student is barely a step above homelessness.

I ate too much tonight. I starved all morning so I could indulge in yummy deliciousness with good ol' friends during our once a year reunion. Now my dear stomach is paying for the extra unnecessary carbs from the warm ciabatta bread and shrimp salad with a double helping of blue cheese. And I type as I try my best to fight food coma..