I think I'm having not just a bad hair day, but a bad hair weekend.

I feel blah.
I feel depressed.
I'm sniffling and I feel a cold coming on.
I've slept more than 8 hours, and all I want to do is crawl back into bed.
I saw "Underworld" and loved it, so I must be more of a goth girl than I thought.
I feel like I need new clothes. All my clothes are so boring, so conservative. I want to be edgy and daring, and wear black leather. It's my goth girl coming out.
My stupid pair of $11 DKNY ribbed tights, which I just wore the first time yesterday already has a run. Damn!
I'm starting to think Rush Limbaugh has a point about people who live in California, especially the left wing feminists women.
Maybe it's getting close to that time of the month, and I'm having a major PMS breakdown, because I just want to slap everyone who pisses me off.
I never get PMS, so the world must be ending.
I miss my grandma, and keep dreaming she's still alive.
I'm starting to question the writer thing.
I think my acting teacher was right when he said my biggest fear was fear of failure. He said it's what drives me and stops me from being a great actor.
I hate that I might be driven by the fear of failure, but I hate failure.
Somtimes I feel like if I'm not successful at something, I'll go insane.
I think my biggest fear is living a life of mediocrity, and I'm hiding from the fact that I'm already living that kind of life.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't weird, artistic and creative, since it must be nice to go through life and not worry whether you're any of these things.