Today I found out my mom has cervical cancer. I'm 19. I can't deal with this. It was a good day. I finished classes for the semester. Me and Ashley are doing great. And then I find out my mom is probably gonna die. For fuck's sake, what do I do? I don't know how to help her and it's killing me. This fucking blows.

Hey you fuckers! It's me again! Oh wait...this is Livejournal...nobody is here. Ehh...I can deal. I started college this semester back in January. Sorry not to fill you guys in in almost a year. But it's been fun. I'll say more later. I just dropped in to let any psycho stalkers still reading here know I'm alive. So for all you whacks, you have ( Read more... )

I woke up today waiting to see Ashley. I saw Ashley. We laid around, giggled like kids, I held her, and we got lunch. We came back, I held her some more, and then she was gone. I realize it most when she's leaving that I need her. I don't feel so dependant upon her until all I can see is her license plate. I've always been ignorant of what I have ( Read more... )

I got woke up by my dad this morning, to him pestering me to go to Walmart with him. That was fine, cause I'd have him drop me off at the UofM to catch Ashley after class. Well, I get to his place so we can leave, and he wants to watch the news. No biggie, I still got time at this point, being as it is only 9 in the morning. Well, at 9:30, when he ( Read more... )

Yeah, I'm awake...early. I've been watching The Last Samurai with my mom now for the past hour, and realized that it should be parodied. Call it The First Clansman, and make it about a black guy. Yeah, that'd kick ass...or not. I hate waking up. All I am greeted by is greasy hair and a nasty taste in my mouth. Oh well, it could be worse, I suppose ( Read more... )

If I keep rubbing my eyes, they might fucking fall out. I'm tired right now, yet I couldn't sleep if someone clocked me in the head with a fire extinguisher. My mind is a running mess, and I can't seem to ever calm down. The mere thought of sleep is making me sick, as I want to, yet I hate it. I don't dream very often anymore, so sleep is much like ( Read more... )

Prom...fucking...ruled! Ashley was gorgeous. Now...not to say I don't think she is otherwise, but Friday night was simply amazing. I coulda stared at her all night. Too bad she was generally staring the direction I was...while standing in front of me. I had no idea dancing was...that way. Ehh, not like I mind. Anyway...if I could have lived in one ( Read more... )

PROM IS TOMORROW! TOMORROW DAMMIT! UNDERSTAND ME???? Yeah...I'm freaked. I hate being nervous. Makes my fucking palms sweat like a whore in church. At the moment I am trying to pass the time WITHOUT giving myself an ulcer. HELP...anybody??? Anyway, Ashley looks fuckin gorgeous in her dress. I look like my normal self in a tuxedo: REALLY FUCKING GAY ( Read more... )

I drove over 4 fucking dead skunks this morning...you know that does to your nose? And this was at 7:40am, of all times. I DON'T FUCKING WAKE UP TILL NOON! My brother's car cut out on the way to work, then he got sick...so I had to drive him home...TO OAKLAND! I LIVE IN MIDTOWN! THAT WAS 50 MILES! Ehh...shit happens, right? I was thinking...the USA ( Read more... )

Anyone who's name is Wayne should die unless his best friend's name is Garth...that is a rule. Anyway...enough of that random crap. It's almost 2:00, and I'm sittin here like Ghandi on one of his hunger strikes. It's pretty fucking boring to just sit. If I were reading...that'd be cool. But just sitting really gets to me. The idle moments are ( Read more... )