I come up to meet you...

I feel like crying. I think Tiggs knows I'm sad. He won't leave me alone. Currently he's perched in front of my keyboard.
I guess I have nothing to do tonight. That's a good thing, right? I'm sure I could use the rest.
I'm thinking I'll photograph cd's. Maybe. I don't know. I've bounced a ton of ideas around my head.
Tiggs is now licking my fingers, while I'm typing. Oh good. He found a seat, on top of my arms and chest. I am having far too much trouble typing.


Between tonight and tomorrow I need to:
-Take those pics.
-Study for math.
-Finish my PS homework, which looks like crap.
-Do laundry.
-Look at scholarships and fill out grant/fafsa stuff.
-Pay that stupid fucking parking ticket.


This week I have to:
-Call doctor to get to derm.
-Call and schedule appt to get to other doctor. Ugh.
-Call valet place again.
-Start cleaning my room (pft, yeah right).




Steve (guy at work that looks like Carl Winslow from Family Matters) thinks he found an mp3 player on one of the planes and took it home. Thinks? Yes, I know. He's bringing it in on Tuesday. I told him that if it is there is a damn good chance that I will buy it off him.
Not next paycheck but the following one I am switching phone services. I don't care that I have to pay like 200 to get rid of T-mobile. I am tired of paying so much money on my phone bill. This month's is 125. It seems like I don't really do much to get these huge bills. I text NZ. I know it can be a lot, but can it really make a 60-80 dollar phone bill 125? I don't think so. Besides, my phone is crap and I need a new one.
I love Coldplay.
I wish I lived in Sweden: http://www.nocturnalmodels.com/ Why does it seem like Germany and Sweden have all these awesome goth/punk chicks? Maybe it's just because I live in Michigan and don't see that sort of thing so often. Probably would happen more if I lived in Cali or something.
*sigh* I need to do pretty modeling. I need a decent photographer. No no, make that amazing. I need an amazing photographer. I'm too damn picky when it comes to photographers. Then again too many of them just want to take pics of naked chicks. Can't say I blame them, but I'm not going to be that naked chick in front of the camera.


Tears streaming down your face,
And I...
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.