"On October 7, 1849, Poe died in rather mysterious circumstances after falling into a fit in the streets of Baltimore on Election Day."

CLASSIC! I LOVE IT!

+Fear of the moment: my life is too safe.

"Safe?"

By this I mean, the chances I take are minimal. And when taken, are minor, insignificant, unexciting, and all around boring. I live a ( Read more... )

Tonight I came to the realization that the theory I had of my attitude is absolutely correct, and not only absolutely correct but it applies to everything.

Instead of accepting pain, I shut it out. The less I know, the less I care. This is how I deal with all of my problems.

I am a coward, and incredibly immature.

I think I'm depressed again. Not very, just feeling kind of out of place. I've been very tired and moody. With the snow (fucking disgusting waste of Earth's energy I hate it) has come a lot of time to myself, which I have mostly wasted. I'm lonely, a little bored. I always want so much time to myself for art, and now that I have it, I am not using ( Read more... )

I know a kid who goes to the same coffee shop once a week with his notebook. He sits down, and waits for a beautiful girl to come in. Once he finds a beautiful girl, he watches her and writes a few pages about her. He describes her beauty and maybe fabricates a few details about her life, day, whatever. Then he rips the pages out of his notebook, ( Read more... )

Last night work was FUN. I worked for two extra hours, but we had barely anything to do. I did kitchen and 'twas simple. Sarah and Alex were fun, Mel was a noobasaurus but everything was cheery and fine. Greg came at nine! and with a wonderful fucking surprise, oooh man I love it. Greg and I stayed for the music which was radical to the fourth ( Read more... )

Tonight I drove through the snow.
Greg makes me feel at home. I feel so wonderful.

+thank you.

HEY YOU!
Leave a comment with your name, and I'll tell you

1. What object reminds me of you.
2. What verb reminds me of you.
3. What song reminds me of you.
4. An interesting memory of us.
5. What Pokemon reminds me of you.

Yah, I changed it, but do it, bitches!

Why Greg is so fucking amazing: he wants to watch me play basketball.

And doesn't mind the sweat.

This vacation was, by far, not long enough. Not because it was amazing or absolutely wonderful, but because

I

HATE

school.

I miss my Freshman Year style. Too bad nowadays I'm too worried about my shape and size and figure (and letting people know that yes, I am indeed female) to wear my rad shirts and dresses that make me look horribly ( Read more... )

I hate snow. I hate winter. I hate cold. And I hate not being able to drive ( Read more... )