I recently had someone say that I have "went downhill". Obviously because I don't try to be scene anymore like most of you still do. Don't pretend. You know that's what it's all about. Just because I've stopped being a fucking moron doesn't mean that I'm not still the same person that I used to be. I choose the things I do and the friends I have ( Read more... )

I can't help but notice how only a few of you actually talk to me. So I don't see a point in having this journal anymore, except for myself. I already have one of those though.

I do a lot of stuff without thinking because it seems okay at the moment. Then I realize I can't take it back and I get bummed out.

Someone needs to punch me in the face everytime I smoke a cigarette. Maybe I'll get sick of having a black and blue face.

Friday we were supposed to go to a strip club, but we decided not to. I think we're going next weekend. Me, Nick, and Rachel went to Walmart with every intention on getting skates so we could skate around. We got battle of the sexes instead. You know, that game is pretty hard. I don't even know half of the answers to the girl questions. Everyone ( Read more... )

Me, Rachel, Nick, and Eric went to the Melting Pot on Sunday. Rachel's mom and dad took pictures of us like they usually do when we're all dressed up. So we get there early and have to wait because we made a reservation. Two girls walk in that I would presume to be lesbians. They look like construction workers, casual in jeans. We felt a little ( Read more... )

The past two weeks have been...interesting. There's too much to put so here are some highlights ( Read more... )

I guess I need another job. It's so hard to find one that I would like though. I looked in the paper for about an hour last night and found a few things ( Read more... )

My sister told my dad she needed to go to the gynecologist and he told her to wait and ask my mom because the only thing he knows about a pussy is to beat it down.

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Yeah. He didn't show up or return my phone calls or message on myspace. I guess this means I have to move on. It's really hard though. It seems like all guys are the same. Not at first, but in the end. I need to get out of my house because it's just so depressing. If anyone wants to hang out with me and get my mind off of Clinton then please let me ( Read more... )