Hahaha. I'm fucked. It's 3 a fucking m and I'm awake talking to Tiff about art school - the experience we share. Aren't we a sad little duo? Yep well I've realised this University life isn't slacking off, playing pool and All 4's and going to the beach in the middle of the week. I'm wondering if, at some point, I'll get friends out of the deal and or a social life again. The possibility seems faint. Wait - did I have a social life before?

Finally watched 8 Mile. That wasn't too bad I suppose. I've seen much worse. Brittany Murphy is so ugh though. Yuck.

I should sleep. Avin will probably want me up early to go help him shop. *sigh* The things I do. At least I'll get out of the house right?

There's a one blank space left to finish my art assignment for Monday. God my brain is so tired being creative. You'd think after a time you wouldn't have to exert that much energy to be so brilliant, that you'd already have it in you because you're oh so talented. It's all fuckery. You're not really brilliant. No one is.

That's sleep talking. Good night.