I have a pimple on the back of my head.

It hurts.

And it's late, but I want to write, so I'm writing.

The ex is laying across my bed, sprawled across it right now, and I don't feel like waking her up.

School starts on Monday.

I have 3 classes: Chemistry, Java Programming, and Calculus.

Good times, seeing as most of the classes I've taken up until this point have been anything other than science or math related, I'm slightly terrified.

I'm sure I'll pull through though.

I have tunnel vision right now.

I'd love to discuss my current exploits, including a funny story about a girl I was dating a few weeks ago, but I'm much too tired.

So I'll just sit here and hint at it, never actually give you any fleshed out details, frustrate the hell out of you with fluff talk, and not write another post for a month.

Sounds like a plan.

Seriously though, I'll be getting a laptop within the week.

I will be writing because I will be alone and able to actually focus on it....

It will be good.

Until then, my friends, stay positive, always.

Good things will come to you.

Tempest-rising

p.s. I just bought Mark Z. Danielewski's book Only Revolutions the other day and I'm highly disappointed. Hopefully after reading it a bit more I'll get into it, but as of this junction, thumbs down. Booooo.

I guess I should write...

Because sometimes writing purges me of the muck that I live with daily.

Maybe tomorrow.

I'm optimistic right now.

My roommate came back from his trip to Scotland today.

My ex-girlfriend is laying in my bed right now, asleep. Engulfed in my 600 thread count sheets (I discovered these through a friend recently, what'd I ever do without them?!?!?).

I'm a metro, I know.

I'll be sure to stop by here in the next few days and purge it alllll...

Because believe me, I have some stories to tell.

Tempest-Rising.