beginning to blog again + taco bell = 5am

the plan was to go to sleep at 10.

i lost my keys, successfully locking myself out of my apartment.

found keys.

went to sleep at 11 instead, but

woke up at 1:30

still can't sleep. it's 5 freaking o-clock in the morning.

boo.

i decided to waste time online.

i just realized i could have spent the past 3.5 hours actually doing something productive, like writing an essay for a test i have on wednesday but of course i didn't even think about it. at this point i'd rather smash my teeth with a hammer.

i have decided to start blogging again. i have my photo blog and now am updating my personal blog!

since i'm up, i'll tell you a pointless story. it's called "The Drive Home From Taco Bell."

"The Drive Home From Taco Bell"

i went to Taco Bell last week and ordered a crunchy taco. the anticipation was too great- i started eating it in the car. eating in the car should be illegal. not because it turns me into a hazard but because it turns me into a public disgrace. it usually takes me longer to clean myself up afterward than to eat the darn thing in the first place. anyway, as i was driving and eating, a bit of shell went down my throat before i could chew it because a girl cut me off and therefore distracted me. i was so annoyed that i tried to yell at her inside my car, and then i realized that i could not do that because i had taco shell logged in my esophagus. oh the agony!!! not only was i mad, but i had a knife working it's way towards my stomach. when i finally got home, people walked in front of the entrance to my parking lot and were there just long enough for me to miss the light. by the time i parked, the taco shell bit had finally worked it's way to my digestive system leaving the inside of my throat gashed and bleeding i'm sure.

The End.