Dammit. I'm so lazy. Anyway, for the ONE PERSON who actually reads this, I'm updating just for you. Shoutout. And if you'd tell me who you are, I'd be obliged because anyone who can stand to read my rants is automatically cool. Unless you like Morissey. In which case you're a fucking weenie.

I'm dating Mark now, I guess. As if you cared. Really, I spend too much time obsessing over whether the people who read my diary care about my life at all. I should just type. If you don't like it, fine. Back to Mark. When you poke him, he jumps. It's sort of cute. I wouldn't tell him that, though. It'd probably sound mean.

Academic team trip this Friday. It's an overnight, so I'll probably bring some pills or Nyquil or something. Gotta find a way to get my hands on some decent booze. Then again, hangover + trying to think = bad. Shit.

Wow, I've managed to completely avoid anything deeper than day-to-day events for an entire diary entry. Let's hope I can keep it up...