I absolutely love it when people are immature when they get pissy.

Attention.  Attention.

Testicles.

That is all.

-- Peter Griffin

http://blog.mlive.com/flintjournal/newsnow/2008/01/taking_another_look_at_berlin.html

I work with Ron's son.

SpudsterKBM: saw the displays in Wal-Mart ( Read more... )

So I'm home from Ypsilanti since Friday.

In the last 4 hours, I've been blown off by 3 people and realized I hate being here.

I've also come to realize that the only phone calls I received all weekend were the ones from my parents.

Nice to know you guys care.

So clever,
Whatever,
I'm done with these endeavors.
Alone I walk the winding way.
(Here I stay)
It's over,
No longer,
I feel it growing stronger.
I'll live to die another day,
Until I fade away.

Why give up, why give in?
It's not enough, it never is.
So I will go on until the end.
We've become desolate.
It's not enough, it never is.
But I will go ( Read more... )

Bad mood just hit for no reason.

God damn it.

 I keep trying to apply for college.

Everytime I do, I get overwhelmed and start freaking out.  What's wrong with me?  I'm scared to leave.  I don't want to go away.  I want to stay around here.  I'm really scared.  It's hard to explain.

Am I the only one that feels this way?

Dear  Dad,

It'd be a hell of a lot easier to get along with you if you wouldn't go back on everything you say.  It'd also be easier if you trusted me with even an inkling of your being.  It's getting old.

Thank you,
The management.

 I really wish I didn't worry so bad.  I think entirely too much.  I'm having trouble adjusting to you being gone.  In time I'm sure it will become kind of normal, but right now it's hard.  When I want to talk to you, you can't.  Or you're too busy.  Or you're doing something with one of your friends.  I worry too much.  I love you ( Read more... )