i'm supposed to be finishing my paper on the dream of the red chamber (which is due tomorrow) but i'm too lazy. i really should get back to writing it, considering that all i have left to do is write half-a-page, but i'm just too darn lazy to continue. i'll let my thoughts sleep for awhile. i really am in no mood for school. to be honest, i haven't been in the mood to do anything lately. i couldn't be bothered to record our songs for our new drummer. i couldn't be bothered to finish my half-completed song. i couldn't be bothered to pick up and read Hamlet and my Norton Anthology. i couldn't be bothered to type out the framework of my story for my fiction writing class. i couldn't be bothered to...whatever.

lazy lazy lazy.
mood-less mood-less mood-less.

all i really am in the mood for is tee-vee. it's my lovely. i watched the greatest game ever played and my best friend's wedding on cable last night. i loved the greatest game ever played and not just because Shia LaBeouf (or however you spell his last name) made golf look so sexy(heh) but because it made me feel all disney-ish. disney has this effect on you. all their movies make you feel so disney-ish. well at least it wasn't as disney-ish as high school musical or cheetah girls (gag!). my best friend's wedding on the other hand got me thinking if i'd ever be as crazy as julia roberts and try to steal my best friend from the clutches of a girl who clearly has had prozac pumped by the gallons into her system. chripy people annoy me. but whatever, i lost my best friend so...there.

i really should buy new dvds soon. i keep saying that but i never get around to doing it. i need to be in the right mood in order to do something or else it just wouldn't be fun and i'd probably be too lazy to do it.

...and after stalking various profiles on friendster, i realized that an ex-boyfriend of mine kinda looks like Shia but of course, mister ex-bf is now a lot fatter and thus the whole Shia likeness has been swallowed up by the folds of his skin. i'm exaggerating, he's really not that fat, but compared to when we were fourteen and giddy happy skipping around hand-in-hand, he sure has grown horizontally. pity.

back to school work. yay.