when you go to hell rock & roll is how you got there

It's now been over a week since I last drove my car. I've mostly been finding things to keep me busy during my endless free time, but unfortunately very few of them seem to have anything to do with writing. I've burned a bunch of CDs from my brother's music collection (because he only has iTunes and I can't get the bloody music stealing program to work) - about half of them are Irish punk rock. Woohoo Flogging Molly and Dropkick Murphys!! Also I stole some Green Day, Marcy Playground, Bush, and Weezer. But I think I might have misnamed some of the tracks on one of the disks. I wish I could remember which one it was.

I need to decide which language to take. I kind of need to start right away, because I need two years of the same one to get a BA and that's just about all I have left. Everybody in my family is pressuring me to take one I'm going to use. I can't seem to get through to them that I just love languages and it doesn't matter to me if I use it or not. Mom suggested I take Spanish. Like I can't fucking take it ANYWHERE. I already took it for two years in high school and it's not among my favorites. I'm looking at Finnish, Russian, Chinese, or Latin. I've already got my heart set on Old English, but if I can take two without having a mental breakdown, I will. If I only take classes I need for my major, I'm going to have a very light class load and I'll be bored all the time.

I'm going to see if I can't get some work done before I go to bed. I'd like to start writing my book before the decade is out.

I smell pretty.