Me, Myself and Pie

I always find myself tasting some weird taste in my mouth. Sometimes it's metallic. Others it's blood. And sometimes it's whatever I happen to smell or see. Like I see a picture of an ugly person and then I smell a foul odor from out of no where. Strange things are happen' to me.

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Today was a photo finish. I woke up at 9:40, the time at which my PSY class starts. But it wasn't just any regular "I'll walk in late, it's cool." The first exam was today. And if I wasn't there by 10:10 I had to take the exam at the end of this semester. Major screwage. Miraculously, I managed to hop out of bed, throw on some used pants, make it out the door and book it all the way to the West campus in about 20 minutes. Bummer that I still arrived late. But boy did I luck the hell out. Mrs. (Ms.?) Willis let me slide this once. Also turned in my half-butt mind map, which I still have no clue how it is actually supposed to work. Whatever.

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I don't consider myself an Apple fanboy. I'm not going to stand outside for some day and a half for a new phone or tampon (iPad. Get it? No??? Damn.) The ironic thing is that I own a Mac, an iPod Touch, which by some miracle is still functioning, and now an iPhone. That's right peeps. For my b-day I gots me an iPhone. I've got Verizon so the things came out today. Woohoo! Now I can do things without WiFi. And be cool like everyone else.

But despite that...

I feel overcome with extreme guilt. I mean, don't get me wrong I've wanted a smart phone for a while. And I appreciate the things I get. It's just that, I feel bad. Thinking about it I am kind of spoiled. My parents are supporting me full time right now, I'm unemployed, and I get some pretty expensive crap every once in a blue moon. Ever since I became a teenager I've come to appreciate things greater. It's strange really. I haven't begged for shit unless I REALLY REALLY want it. Like, I've come to rationalize and make somewhat better decisions. I try not to spend money when I don't need to. And I feel bad whenever I get something on the pricey side. I've already sworn that when I become a big time actor and have lots of dough to spare, I want to pay back my family for what they've given me. Let's hope that turns out well.

So I've got a new gadget. And everyone's bugging me to plan a dinner or party or get together or something. Hell, I don't need a celebration. It doesn't bother me. I don't tell people when my birthday is. Then they find out and say "oh you should have told us!" What would you do? Give me a balloon? I'd rather just be anonymous. Better to just choose somewhere and get it over with.

Night you people I'm sure aren't even reading this.