There is no way I can ever, ever, express how truly sorry I am, or how I really feel, or what I really think. Because in all honesty, I don't know. But I'm afraid that this really will be it, and I don't want it to be. That's not fair. But it's how I feel. I am immature, vice-ridden, increadibly silly and unable to cope with reality sometimes. And ( Read more... )

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Yep. That's like, the icing on the cake. I stop fearing for my life and I get a horrible head...blargh thing. I don't know what it is, or how I got it. Just that my ears and throat and nose hate me, I have a headache, and it's hard to talk. So I'm typing. Wheee ( Read more... )

Not leaving. Again. This wishy-washy-ambivalent bullshit is getting on my nerves. WAY TO GO. Let's just stay here, on the sandbar, and wait for the building to get knocked over or obliterated or, maybe, just maybe, wait for Rita to hit LA (just like Katrina) and breathe a sigh of relief that the eye didn't hit Galveston dead on, that we got the " ( Read more... )

She's upset now. Her life is falling apart. Her life. She's so sorry for me. Doesn't want anything to happen to me. If that was a fact we would have been prepared and gone yesterday. But she wanted to delay. Wanted to be in denial. Galveston might not be destroyed, but it's going to suck. Why can't she be a mother? Why does she have to break up at ( Read more... )

Mom is talking about fishing off the balcony in the event that we run out of food before the floodwaters subside. For one, I don't think that the flooding where I am will be that bad. The Seawall was built to withstand the surge of a catagory four, and the 1900 storm was a good sized four. It's seventeen feet high around sixtyfirst street. The ( Read more... )

I will not being going to Austin if this storm gets bad. I will be battening down the hatches with Mom because she is stubborn and can be very retarded sometimes ( Read more... )

People, for the love of everything, stop fucking freaking out. She just got in the Gulf. Get over it. I am not trying to be insensitive, I am being sensible. If Rita hits us directly, that will suck, but it's also probable that it will go further south. So...chill? Honestly, would we be making so big a deal out of this if Katrina hadn't annihilated ( Read more... )

Nor did I. In all honestly, I fucking hate LJ. And DJ. And GJ. And myspace. I think I hate the net in general. I had to get online to do an assignment for Aquatic Science and I just felt so angry that I had to sit here on the computer ( Read more... )

Seriously. I got home at four o' five because the bus had to go to Tiki Island to drop off those dipshit brats from Parker. I was sooo pissed off. And my headphone broke. Then we had to stop by Weis to pick up more dipshit brats. I was not in a good mood at all. I loathe children. Lots. Eileen, will you drive me home everyday? You don't have to ( Read more... )