ballsack.

yesterday i spent 10 hours paiting pavement. i'm quite the lovely shade of red. except for the places where i was attached by vicious paint throwers. those spots are still streaked with remnents of my whiteness..

denison friends came up last night. we drove aimlessly around dallas searching for adventure. we got accosted by a helpful homeless man, ( Read more... )

i feel weird. i hate this feeling. it's that feeling: you don't feel bad; you don't feel good; you just feel...there..

it's taking all of my will power to not just pick up and go to denison right now.
must refrain. must not use denison as means of escape.

i'm tired. i really never even planned to use this, but boredom provokes my curiousity and sense of adventure.

as i said before, i'm tired. the past few days i've been woken up rather...unintelligently, therefore inviting bad days. today i woke up to my father screaming at me to clean out the cat boxes. this continued for the better part of half an ( Read more... )

more tests. i don't know what i'm doing.

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