location:mainframe computer lounge @ csufullerton
mood: straining for a smile...dejected inside
currently playing: sounds like nelly furtado
garments: charcoal plaid zip-up, grey striped hollister co. polo w/thin light blue and maroon stripes, vintage wash abercrombie and fitch jeans, black/tan shoes, glasses.

okay...so, there are 1440 minutes in the day. it's funny how 20 minutes can ruin the other 1420 minutes of one day, and all of the 1440 of the next. right now, i'm really trying to make the best of my day.

i found out a reason why jennifer hasn't called: she hooked up with another guy...a big goofy guy, to add insult to injury. yeah...that made me feel like shit. i tried to call her yesterday, at first, i almost did, but i didn't know what i could say...then i couldn't get a hold of her.

then, the girl i was supposed to go out to lunch with today miraculously picked up a lunch shift at her work, on top of her evening shift.

i don't know whether or not to believe monique, since my trust with women has been shattered...just like my heart. how cliche...just like all the bad situations in my life: cliche.

my life is just one big cliche.

i try to fake happiness: cliche.
bad luck with women: cliche.
want to start an orange county rock band: cliche.

there is humor to be found in this...and i'm trying...i hope there's something in this entry that can make you laugh...because i really need to laugh right now. and a hug. cliche.

i wanna laugh. i wanna smile.

i wanna cry.

and you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor
and your eyes say the jokes on me
-- dashboard confessional : saints and sailors