also, what the fuck, why am i posting to this again. held within the past entries of this journal are records of some of the most painful events of my life. good too, but somehow the nostalgia doesn't hold up to scrutiny.

right now, someone is fucking your future husband or wife.

and though i don't really care about a girl's history, i often find myself thinking about this fact. like somehow we forget that people coexist in the same plane of existence and time as ourselves.

it's waxing retarded i know, but these are the things i think about.

so, i've been at USC for 2 weeks now, and for the past couple days i've had a really fun cough that's been keeping me up at night.

college is like a hospital on the front lines, disease spreads like fire on a dry hillside.

otherwise, life is peachy.

Lol dead people spoilers ( Read more... )

so:

got into USC
visited shelley(aka ifyouwokeupdead) in SF from 6/03 - 6/09
leaving for mormonville(aka Utah)/yellowstone/whatever godless hell on the way on friday. with my family. yes i am 22 years old.

uhhhh that's it?
hey, at least i still don't have a myspace.
fucking faggots.

hah, i got rejected ( Read more... )

i met a girl.

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happy birthday robert smith, you old fucking bastard.

yesterday i learned that the uterus could literally fall out of the body through the vagina.

no, i'm not kidding. it's called a prolapsed uterus. disturbing shit.