title: a perfect ending.
fandom: original.
rating: 14a.
warnings: strong language and some sexuality.
genre: angst. drama. romance. weirdness.
summary: orphan moves into town. romance and drama galore.
notes: uh, it's mostly unedited. so. it might suck balls. eh. i wanted to get it out, though. i haven't strapped down and honestly written anything in like ... years. geez.
disclaimer: mine? jesus.

( the californian sunset burned into his retinas )

i'm munching on nesquik and listening to sara bareilles. i feel better. shouldn't have gotten my hopes up anyway. eh.

shit, i'm using a lot of profanity this morning. and guess what? you can suck my dick. whatevs. it's 10:20 am and guess what i'm doing? still fucking around with this damn layout's css. i figured out how to make the ads not, like, fug. kind of. go me. i should research. blah. life is suck. school is more suck. my mom might hate me. eh.

aight so. what is this? it's nearly 7 am and i'm pissy and sleepy and BLAH. i'd been up till, what, 5? chatting with may and being all porn and horndog and, like, me, yeah? doesn't change that i still haven't really done any actual research for my debate today on laurier and the fucking alaska boundary dispute. who fucking cares about that shit? i don't. canadian history is like blah. great. it's 7 am now. and i still have to write two essays, come up with damn fucking awesome excuses for why they're so shitting late, write three thesis proposals, do notes on three chapters, two art history papers and ... god i'm so behind and there's so much to do and i really don't want to do it. maybe this would be better if i hadn't fallen behind in the first place. can't blame anyone but myself. but at the same time, this fucking sucks. i want to do it, because the inner nerd is me is crying in the corner at my sheer fucking laziness, but at the same time. again. WHO. THE. FUCK. CARES? i mean, obv i don't want to fail and not get my last three credits needed to graduate high school but eh. i can always come back. though i think everyone in my family would have a fucking coronary if i do. and shit, i'm way profane in the morning. and i'm yawning. make me stop. make me forget that i've got too much to do and not enough time and that i could maybe give a shit and stop having weird dreams about adam senn, hot as he is. god, what? oh and happy lj christening [again] and all that. way to go with the down-on-life entries, both may and me. shit does anyone else know what i'm talking about?