Distilled, as in vinegar or vodka

Hard to believe that another year of education has passed me by. Harder to believe that my first year of college has fallen by the wayside. Talk about moving too fast--I'm barely holding on.

I don't have a lot to say, I just thought I'd get that out there; everyone else is thinking it, so why not write it down? It's terrifying to know that in a matter of years I'll be completely on my own. Within ten years, I'll probably be married. Hell, I'll probably have a kid within ten. Jesus, a kid. That's unbelievable, scary, frightening, Exorcist-style shit.

Hm. The thought of my own hypothetical child is as scary as a demented girl spinning her head in a full circle and spewing green sludge across the room. Not to mention the hole "possessed by Satan" deal.

Something's not right with that comparison.

My eyes kinda itch. I've had my contacts in too long.
My shirt smells like restaurant (Olive Garden, to be exact). Another shirt of mine smelled like Pizza Hut earlier today.
I'm debating whether to watch 'Yes Man' or read or write something. Any would be entertaining. Writing would be the most productive. Reading the most relaxing. The movie would probably bug my eyes, unless I take my contacts out.

I could study for my impending Spanish final, but who really cares about tests?

Apathy, my friends. Apathy is what makes the world go 'round. Or stay in one place and never progress. Take your pick.