Kill me. I have been working EVERY FUCKING day for the past month! This Thursday was suppossed to be my day off and the lady I babysit for asked me to come in the evening :'( Next week (the 11th) is my birthday and I don't know why, but I picked up a shift at my clothing job. Wait, I remember now. I need $$!! I hate money. The only thing that is keeping me from weeping is Jim Morrison. I love you.

Grrrrr. I honestly do not know what to do...There are a million things I need to do. I need to begin my internship asap. I need to sign up and begin studying for th GRE. Prepare all the paperwork/interviews/essays/blah blah for Grad school (I'm applying to SFSU for Museum Studies and SJSU for History as my back-up).

But honestly, what I REALLY need to do is take a fucking break. I need to take a day off out of the week so I can go for a walk, roam thrift shops/record shops, read, draw, watch a film, visit my baby niece Izzy, go to Angel Island, the Monterey Aquarium, Dolores Mission, the Leguion of Honor, SF MOMA, and all the other places I've not visited in a while because 1) School 2) Work 3) Lack of motivation.

On a happier note...My room is almost as clean as I like it to be. All my clothes that need to be hung in my closet are hung and the rest is neatly folded in their drawers. My desk is still a bit messy and I still do not know where to store my boxes of magazines that I cannot bear to part with.

Oh wait! I just realized that I have Sunday off!!! Omg! That's right. Sunday is my day after my party day. OH THE POSSIBILITIES....Haight Street? Movie? Sleep?? Naw, sleeping is for suckers!