TERRIBILIS EST LOCUS ISTE.

The decision has been made and plans are in order. There might just be a month until I make almost everyone hate me, but I feel there is no need to make myself wait if I don't have to. Things will be easier.

Have you ever wanted to be able to come home to someone, anyone, just so you're not coming home to an empty room with no one to talk to? I'm not even talking about a girl. There is that someone that you love unconditionally and you feel that, without them, your life wouldn't have any importance and you wouldn be incapable of doing anything. I ( Read more... )

I'm glad I have finally made the sacrifice of my social life, because when I do finally go out with people, it's fucking awesome. Last night was fucking awesome. I'm getting my next tattoo on Wednesday depending on whether I work at Subway or not. Sean is closed on Sunday because he has to move. Today promises to be entertaining. I like ( Read more... )

No social life. None. I'm busting my ass to get this fucking college thing over by the summer. Twenty something hours next semester, and that doesn't even cover the seven hours I'll be taking over the Christmas break. No friends. I can't have any. There's no time. There's no time for anyone. Sorry. Don't call me. Don't come to my house. ( Read more... )

I worked almost thirteen hours today. Wonderful. I have decided to quit reading everyone's journal with the exclusion of Danny's. His journal will still be read by me. It isn't that I don't think anyone else's journal is not important enough to read, it's just that I don't have any desire to learn the inner workings of anyone else via internet ( Read more... )

My day was really fucking badass. I'm in the mood for more tattoos. At first, I didn't work at all tomorrow, but then I called Dorthy and told her to work me. So, now I have a five hour shift in Cleburne. My new job is awesome and they love me. Wonderful. Only one thing could make me happier. Well that and maybe some more A's ( Read more... )

I started at American Eagle today. They said I don't have to buy or wear their clothes as long as the clothes I wear don't have another competitor's label in any place easily seen. They also said tattoos are no problem at all. I work almost nine hours today...on my feet the entire time...it was fun. I hope I am a good enough seasonal employee ( Read more... )

Everything seems to be working out for the best. I'm saving, reading, studying, working, attending classes--everything I need to be doing. Go me.

Fuck you. The Mars Volta is badass and Fishbone is definitely not the only good ska band.

Six unexpecting interviewees, inadequate in comparison, yet still competing for the same positions as I; five new CD's (Day Rate Cessna's A Colored Screen of the Outside World, Zao's The Funeral of God, Twelve Tribes' The Rebirth of Tragedy, Omar A. Rodriguez-Lopez's A Manual Dexterity: Soundtrack Volume One, and Wall of Jericho's All Hail the ( Read more... )