Because I’m A Social Calamity

I feel as if I should be doing my report in European politics right now, but nah. I have worthier things to waste my time on than electoral politics in divided societies and what-not. Blogging is a good, if not the best way to throw away time. I have such unbelievable amounts of the stuff I'd sell it to anyone who has the purchasing power.

What sucks though, is that  while I have all the time in the world to put to bad use, I am usually exhausted of late. That's why I should be sleeping right now rather than blogging because my class starts at 8 am tomorrow and everybody knows that Monday is a bitch. So before I either sleep or finish this report, I'll put some random stuff in here of the past week:

This photo was taken outside Servando's, a semi-fancy place about 20 minutes away from where I live. My mom dragged me to a stupid party of her client. It was a do or die thing so goodbye free will.

 I look like my mother. It makes me uncomfortable in a nasty sort of way so please don't snicker.

Girl friends. Who thought things could be so complicated for me? For me, of all people?

Me hanging out at  Marco's office. I like their swivel chairs a whole bunch of lot.

  Because we're a social calamity.

Hopefully I'll be able to write something more substantive than this next time. Because seriously—I hate that thing they call writer's block. It sounds like a personal failure to me. More personal than faling in PE I or Math 11 or my romantic life, anyway.