romantisme
I've decided to create a new journal.
One where I don't have people I don't know on it.
I've already added everyone I know personally.
If for some reason I forgot you, let me know.

I'm sorry, the way things are now just started to seem stupid to me.

A somewhat regular customer at 9:30 this morning ( Read more... )

I'm spineless.

I feel good.
Really good.
I mean really, really good.

My paper is in. Done. Out of my life. For good.
It is Friday.
Bob Barker is very much alive.

I've found myself laughing more than usual today.

Now, I'm off to Algebra.
Then, the weekend.
Hooray.

Small victories.

I'm two pages down on my five page bio term paper.
I needed a break.
There's only so much you can say about zebra mussels.

Still had a lot of trouble getting to sleep last night.
It starts out with one little thought.
Being on my own.And it branches off into a billion and one other thoughts until they get so absurd and random that I have to stop ( Read more... )

Confidence, Cohen.

That line wont leave my head.

In the past week or so, I've begun several entries. Real ones, with actual feelings and descriptions.
And, stupidly, I thought, "no one would want to read this, it's too long," and deleted it.
Because that is the whole point of a livejournal, anyways, yeah? Whoring yourself out to those who you don't even know or real flesh and blood friends who ( Read more... )

Why can't I wait for Snakes on a Plane, you ask?
Because by that time, I will be done with high school for the rest of forever,
my life will have just begun, so to speak,
and perhaps most importantly, its Snakes on a Mother Fucking Plane!I already miss Ben Gordon ( Read more... )

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