-My cell phone
-My Zippo
-2 1/2 packs of cigarettes
-My ID
-$40
-My last shred of credibility
-My freedom for who knows how long

Goddamn, I still feel like shit.

Last night I dreamed I was in a feild with Dane and Jay. We saw a white flash on the horizon, and assumed it was a nuclear bomb...which it was. I could see the shockwave getting closer and closer to us. As it was almost there, we just stood staring at it in silence. I could see buildings and cars and such being carried towards us. Then, right ( Read more... )

It's been a while...yar. Not much has happened. My mom's getting more insane...she doesn't let me go out on school nights, even though they don't exist for me. I don't know why I'm in a good mood now...but I am. This post is poorly organized, and I'm not going to do anything about it. So, in closing, everyone come to the Ravestravaganza on ( Read more... )

Yup. It's been a while since I've updated, and I don't have much to say. Last weekend was fun, but local. I think there's a set limit to the amount of fun I can have locally. I'm still bored. I don't see my friends nearly enough ( Read more... )

Today, I read The It-Doesn't-Matter Suit, a children's picture book by Sylvia Plath, out loud to my little sister. It put me in a really good, but nostolgic mood. It's kind of depressing to think that the person who wrote it killed herself through asphyxiation when she was still young. It was the least depressing thing I could have read, aside ( Read more... )

Last night was amazing. Then...this morning, my mom just happened to be digging through one of my private drawers...how nice of her. Then, when she found something illegal (even though I had forgotten it existed, and haven't used it for months) she decided to call the cops and have me arrested! Lucky me! She said "Probation and community ( Read more... )

I haven't slept in 30+ hours. I don't know why...I'm not sleepy. I don't feel well though. I can't wait for Don Hill's...oh man. I can't think of anything else to write. Maybe after I get some sleep.

Well, more horrible than funny. My mom woke me up at 5:30am (less than 2 hours after I went to bed) to yell at me about "getting [my] life on track". I was really confused, until she mentioned some transactions that had been discussed on IM several hours earlier. How nice. She read all my conversations. Then she claimed that she didn't get the ( Read more... )

http://www.cnn.com/video/us/2002/02/25/ashcroft.sings.wbtv.med.html
Thanks for bringing this to my attention, Jay. It made my fucking day.

I just figured out Flight of the Wounded Locust on keyboard, I feel accomplished.

My life has been more unusual for the last...24 hours. It started with me meeting Dane after at Bagel Smith after school. Then we met Ralph, and went to the abandoned factory in High Bridge. That was really fun...others thought it was a waste of time. When I got home, I slept for several hours (I don't know why). Then I decided stay up all ( Read more... )