I'm a Catholic now!

When did I become so obsessed with doing the right things, instead of the fun thing?
Come to think of it, when did I start believing in right and wrong?
At what point did I become so concerned with karmic redress that I can scarcely take a step without fear of harming an amoeba and the consequences that action would incur?
Well, I think that my mind is, and always has been, teeter-tottering on the edge of crazy, and now my birth control is finally taking its toll. Will I have to say 'sayonara' to my boobies?
I don't kid myself into believing I was the picture of happiness prior to my prophylactic, but seriously it's seriously gotten worse.
So, either I'll soon either be subjecting my womb to the constant onslaught of my boyfriend's splooge with out defenses, or I'll be dragging my weepy, guilt ridden, plagued with purposelessness ass to some church or another everyday, praying for forgivness of the sin of, well, my life....
Okay...More on this fascinating topic later...
I have class in 6 minutes and I NEED a cigarette....
(That'll be 10 Hail Marys and 5 Our Fathers)
SHIT!

Sorry

So I have a few minutes before I have to head to class to go and get edumacated, so I thought I'd write something severely missing the mark of awesome.
I spent the better part of 2 hours today writing a paper, so I'm like what the frick am I doing?
I'm smearing crap on my computer screen and hitting send. I have devolved.
I always have to reintroduce myself to my blog by putting down some inanity. This is said token inanity. Revel in it.
Here is the scoop:
I am fat
I live with Cris
I'm getting learned
I'm bartending now
Blah

This is my life in a nutshell.
Oh my god I'm so depressed (except the part about Cris, he rules) that I want to go eat compulsively.
Fart.

To Sarah Lula

I am writing you this, here, because I have been a douche and neglected you for too long.
I guess this is my attempt at amends.
I guess that with time, your awesomeness has faded (only in my memory darling) due to your absence, which at first devesteted me, then faded to a dull ache, and finally, to normalcy.
Trust me, I know you're still awesome, probably even more awesome than the last time I saw you (almost a year ago! Jeezus!). But without your company as a constant reminder, it is on the back burner.
I hate long distance relationships.
I want to come and visit you, but now I am a poor bartending college student. I ate two packets of instant oatmeal yesterday, with half and half because I don't have any milk, because I am stuck in the bowels of poverty. The only thing lower is Ramen noodles.
OMG, I just looked at a sugar packet and a neat little brown stamp says MAUI! WTF?
I want to tell you to move back, but that would be ridonkulous because, duh, I should move there, to Hawaii.
I lost my momentum.
I just wanted to say that I do still love you, even though I suck at showing it....
I guess you'll have to accept me as the massive turd that I am...
Or not...
But I love you and think you're amazing, and miss hearing you sing anyway....