Growing up fucking sucks.

All forms of communication are the reflections of the human realization of their condition and the urge to actualize it in others, who coincidentally experience many of the same experiences bringing about the foundation of a resemblance of what we call reality. Therefore the existence of communication is the basis of the notion of reality.

There should be a separate LJ for LJ entries that are too LJ for LJ. Know what I mean? God damn.

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It's been about two or three months since I wrote a real entry in this thing. Gee, what's new? Not much. It's been a sort of eventful summer. I can't really complain. Days simply go by and I am ever reminded that I must return to this thing called college, but as the anxiety would snowball during the dwindling days of summer whilst in high school, ( Read more... )

Things have been really well lately. School's going okay, I finally have a functioning social life, and I suppose the last bit is a means by which to apply my innate skills in servitude for wages that hardly allow one to live. On the other hand, I'm starting to feel pretty crappy. (Seemingly, I only use this journal when I'm feeling shitty.) It is ( Read more... )

took a while to find the "post" button.

420 blazeeeein.

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What an eventful week ( Read more... )

I haven't had a flu this bad in quite sometime. In all certainty, my fever last night was so bad, I was delirious. I keep thinking I was in a jail cell, about to die. And I kept dreaming of time's eternity and followed a town through its first inhabitant and then onto its thriving metropolitan stage. And I'm pretty sure there was one continuous ( Read more... )