last night, i had a very stressful dream combining my lab trouble with a bandom dream. for some reason, the cab was hanging out, and i was stressing out about some thing i'm supposed to figure out in the lab, and ian and/or singer were maybe helping me? i don't really remember. i just remember thinking "fuck. i must be REALLY STRESSED if my brain is combining bandom AND work/school problems".
this would be a more entertaining story if i could remember what i was trying to figure out, but alas, that has been eaten by my need to figure out what the fuck i'm supposed to be doing irl. ugh school. sujck.
pee. ess. COBRA FUCKING STARSHIP. they make my life happier, even when Gabe can't really sing at all.
my friend made this amazing icon. i really feel like it describes my entire life right now.

this would be a more entertaining story if i could remember what i was trying to figure out, but alas, that has been eaten by my need to figure out what the fuck i'm supposed to be doing irl. ugh school. sujck.
pee. ess. COBRA FUCKING STARSHIP. they make my life happier, even when Gabe can't really sing at all.
my friend made this amazing icon. i really feel like it describes my entire life right now.
