bb’s babblings

seems like i just can’t do it. resolution won’t last. tonight will be dedicated to finishing the darn report. dance practice until 11, shower and sleep until 2 or 3, and then the report. f-cken report. shakes fist. i’ve realized that one of the only times i eat candy is when i stress. perhaps it’s a habit built in soda. stress isn’t good. makes hair fall out. and aging. and messes up brain chem. positive vibes and sunshine and all that good stuff. the bag’s almost empty, which is good. once it’s gone, no more. f-ck. late again. aaaah i hate night classes.