Hooray for tornadoes ( Read more... )

I don't understand my fellow Christians, I really don't. For one, a lot of the middle-class preppy white Christian conservatives, who cherish the life of unborn children and are appalled by homosexuality, these are the same people who go out and get wasted every weekend and screw anything with the corresponding genitalia. This is a stereotype and ( Read more... )

Got home from Galveston last night, good times were had by all. I love my friends. We couldn't check into the shelter until Monday, so we spent Sunday night camping out on the beach. It was the first time I've seen the stars in a long time. I slept in the cab of Allen's truck, and the boys slept in the bed. Silly Allen forgot his sleeping bag ( Read more... )

Duncanville had an effin RIOT, and I wasn't there?! Dag, that would've been so awesome. You guys have to put pictures of that in the yearbook. Holy mess. That's amazing. Straight out of a Sublime song, kinda. Oh man...I almost wish I hadn't graduated last year, just so I could've seen the riot. I hear people were throwing up and passing out ( Read more... )

I'm a cop magnet. It sucks. Last night, they came to the cast party. They walked up to the patio where some of us were chillin, and asked to see the resident. Erin came out, and they were like, "Do you know what time it is?" "Um...1:30?" "That's right." Yeah, because 1:30 on a Saturday night is such an offensive time to be awake. Then they ( Read more... )

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So, I saw my good buddy the psychiatrist last week, and I'm cutting my meds in half again. In March, I'm gonna start tapering off completely, which is way exciting to me. It amazes me. I used to get so weary thinking to myself, "Dag, I'm gonna be on meds and in therapy for the rest of my life." I wish I knew how I got better, so I could tell ( Read more... )

Bathing suit shopping = women at our most masochistic. It's capable of making any girl think, "Dag, you need to haul your sorry self to a gym." Bikinis just make me feel awkward and bony, yet somehow fearful that I'm going to attract the leering glances of those boys (and some creepy old men like the guy at the Aesop Rock show) who'll gawk at ( Read more... )

I know this is childish and immature, but everytime I'm driving and I see a car donning a Bush/Cheney or big W bumper sticker...I just wanna ram the crap out of it ( Read more... )

So my last entry was a little bitter. It felt really good to get that out, though. Whenever something kinda upsetting happens in my life, it's like I can't face it until I've written about it first, written all the negative energy out of my system, if that makes any sense at all. I'm feeling much more optimistic about things, and I know that ( Read more... )