yaaaaawn

so this is what i am doing instead of my statistics paper.

i was complaining how i forgot the words to that song i wrote, well just like the last 2 lines of it, or else i would have played it @ pier 60 but if i'm gonna do that i have to do it next week or i will not have a chance until freakin the middle of january. so i need to practice like whoa. note to self: don't use own guitar. haha.

pier 60 was cool tonight. there was much white rapping. mark played with me on the playground cause he is cool!!!!! YAY MARK!!!! uhhhhhhh yah.

woo im tired. hehe i went to sara and erins room when i came back and me + erin exchanged dumb blonde storys because we are the coolest dumb blonds ever :) ok bye

look who is writing a paper

and when i say writing a paper, i really mean... well you know what i mean.

no sleep for traci. i need coffee. note that i don't even like coffee. katie has been sleeping with the light on for 2 hours + 31 minutes (oh the things you learn from aim).

oh my gosh. you guys... emily had sex with MIKE. not that any of you know emily or mike and understand the significance of this, but it's really effin (no pun intended) scary. ew, why am i writing about this? [voice in head replies: because it's 4am and you don't feel like writing your statistics paper. duh.]

i hate myself. but only a little. the rest of me loves myself. yay. i really don't make any sense at 4am, do i?

[.........some time elapses where traci does nothing.........]

whoa, there was some hair in my keyboard. i'm glad "alt+z" doesn't do anything.

for the last few hours my away message has said, "my feet smell really bad". yes, this is a true statement, they fricken reek. and yet i call my journal smellmyfeet. duh.

mmmmmmmmmmmmm hmm.

the fricken sun is rising, and i'm still up. yaaaah.

oh the things i think on lack of sleep

oh man, so the einstein bros hot chocolate machine didnt work this morning so i had to go to starsucks :( i went to the language lab with my hot choclate and i put it down far away from the tape recorder and this stupid old lady starts bitching at me about how "you're not supposed to drink coffee in here, ya know!" ok notice how i put it AWAY from the tape recorder. geeze just because she hasnt gotten any since the stone age is no reason to take it out on me and my innocent defense-less beverage!!!! (mind you i was thinking these evil thoughts on lack of sleep.) anyway spanish made me want to kill myself because we had a test and he made us stay and then we did NOTHING!!!!!!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. and in music i got my horribly bad project done, thank GOD. ok so yeah i need sleep.