Wow. This thing. And I almost forgot how to html everything. ...back when it used to be the thing to do. Trying to type it out yourself and figure it out. ....Figure it out! on Nickelodeon! anyways.

Last post: April 2008. Funny, how much has happened. And now much things are still the same. But it's only been a year, even though a year used to feel so long. Life has that way to do that. Shit's just weird. Everything's just weird. I don't know what or how to describe these things; but they are just weird, whatever these things may be ( Read more... )

Oh, I crack myself up... old entry from a year ago... Cause what I just typed reminded me of it. Muahaha. I think I'm starting to enjoy these chats with myself, so does that mean I'm starting to enjoy my own company?

"Hey self! You're a fucking WEIRDO.
Yeah. I know. You're telling me. Hell, you and I are literally one in the same.
Yeah, I know. It's ( Read more... )

...Alright. I've established my goal with, well, my career and school and future and shit. And I'm feeling pretty fucking good about it.

Within the next week, I'm gonna look for a job that pays hella fucking good. As in here we go, dear classifieds, you and I! And hopefully I will be able to work a shitload with a good paying job, and hopefully bank ( Read more... )

Bwuah. Why is everything I type here negative?? Pfff, bump that, cause this one's defff not ( Read more... )

Fuuuck. I just have no other word to say. I mean, as usual, I am a complete and total mess in which, as I stare at this screen, thinking all the words individually as I type them out, trying to make sense of my sentences as I try to make sense of my life. But, fuuuck is the only thing I can say. Something more. There's gotta be something more to ( Read more... )

Gotta love New Year's. And what a way it is for me to start off the year... puking my brains out, and completely and utterly pissed off. Goddamnit LJ. I don't know. It's like, I work every single day of the week, so I get no time off. But then, it doesn't tire me out, I just don't have a life. Even though I really wouldn't have one to begin with. I ( Read more... )

"...I haven't slept in so long, but when I do, I dream. Of drowning in the ocean, longing for the shore, where I can lay my head down. I'll follow your voice. All you have to do is shout it out ( Read more... )

My perception of loneliness is an understatement in which, well, just creeps me out. I read some older entries, and it's weird, how universal feelings are, and just how quickly and immediately they creep back into the list of emotions felt at that moment. As for me, it's right now. All throughout high school, I've always thought I exaggerate my ( Read more... )

I love Frank Sinatra. I need to listen to more Tommy Dorsey, and Bobby Darin, amongst other old pop. I love this style of pop, it's pretty much amazing. And I think I'm getting my grandma to send me some cd's of swing and more old pop. Which. Me = EXCITED.TO.THE.MAAAX.TIMES.A.THOUSAND ( Read more... )