THE ONLY THING I KNOW HOW TO DO HERE IS WALK AROUND. I AM NO GOOD AT WHAT I DO I WAKE UP TOO LATE AND HAVE TOO MUCH COFFEE AND SPEND MY MONEY VERY POORLY. MY PROFESSORS NEVER AGREE WITH ME EXCEPT FOR THE FOREIGN ONES AND THE ONES WHO DO NOT ARE OUT TO KILL ME. I HAVE NOT MUCH INTEREST IN ARGUING ABOUT MUSICALS OR ACTING PERFORMANCES. I AM REALIZING NOW THAT I PREFER TO EAT UP A FILM. 

ITS VERY HARD TO GET ANOTHER JOB AND MOM REMINDS ME THAT I AM DUE ONE. MY INCOME IS ABOUT A HUNDRED BUCKS PLUS SOME MORE IF I WORK ANOTHER DAY. PAID BIWEEKLY, NICE PEOPLE, SO I DON'T COMPLAIN, BUT IT SEEMS AS IF PARENTS WANT THEIR CHILDREN TO HATE THEMSELVES, SO THEY FORCE THEIR CHILDREN TO WORK UNTIL THEY SERIOUSLY DO. 

THE ROOM IS BARE ON THE RIGHT SIDE BUT NOT ON THE LEFT. IT STILL SMELLS LIKE MUSK AND FRUIT. MY SHEETS ARE DIRTY AND I HAVE RASHES ON MY ARMS AND LEGS, MY HAIR IS GREASY AND ALL OF MY CLOTHES ARE STAINED I NEED A ROOM OF MY OWN AND NOTHING MORE AND NOTHING LESS. I NEED A BED THAT DOESN'T CREAK AND A NEW DESK LAMP. AND A NEW PEN AND A NEW NOTEBOOK.

THE FUCK-REPELLENT BUNK BED STRIKES AGAIN. 

MUSIC IS THE WAY OUT BECAUSE IT FLOWS FROM YOUR EARS TO YOUR GENITALS. I LIKE TO LISTEN TO MYSELF TALK FOR THIS REASON TOO. AUDIO INTERCONNECTEDNESS. WHY ELSE WOULD YOU LISTEN TO SPEWED-OUT GARBAGE? FOR YOUR DIGNITY? I DIDN'T THINK SO.