DISCLAIMER: If youve read any of my other more intelligent blogs, you probably know they are long, wordy, and all have at least one good point in them, whether you realize it and take it away from it or not. The point is that you stick with me until I've made my point, even if you skim through the really shit parts.
This one's like that. I suggest ( Read more... )

I was sitting here organizing my binders for school tomorrow (Monday now because of that stupid hurricane that finally decided to do something) and I remembered my English class. We're writing paragraphs on pieces of art and photography that get passed out. It's really interesting to hear what some of the other people in the class think or feel ( Read more... )

So, since I think it's courteous to share both sides of the story;
What you'll hear:
I'm out of my mind. I draw too much. I listen to my music too loud. I'm a vegetarian, and that's stupid. Wanting peace is for hippie losers. I'm too nerdy. Helping others makes me a goody-good. I have wierd hair. My shoes are dumb. My jeans are too tight. I wear ( Read more... )

It's been raining practically all day. Not the polite, sprinkling kind of rain, either, but the kind that comes down sideways and goes down the gutter like a waterfall. It was coming down so hard that it popped a pool floatie.
When you look out the window from inside the house, it looks like it should be freezing cold outside, because the sky is ( Read more... )

I hate it when people that once claimed to be my best friends competely turn on me and stab me in the back and make me feel like utter, useless shit just because they made one or two new friends and now they think they are better than everyone else and can step all over me.
I hate it when people become so involved in drugs that they seem to find ( Read more... )

I hope you choke on a crouton.

*ANGST*

Is there anyone else out there who still holds a beacon of intelligence?
I feel like cloning myself just to have decent conversation that does not turn to drugs, myspace, the size of genitalia, or what 'she' said. Just once before I leave this Earth, please, allow me to finish my sentance before you blurt out that 'she' said it.

Oh and another thing ( Read more... )

It turns out I have Recurrent Breif Depression.
Whoohoo.

Here's my latest mindsnap:

I refuse to let myself be defined by my surroundings.
I refuse to let myself be defined by my surroundings.
I refuse to let myself be defined by my surroundings.
I refuse to let myself be defined by my surroundings.
I refuse to let myself be defined by my surroundings.

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I'm really bored right now. I have the house all to myself tonight, no homework, no battery in my cell phone, and I already painted my nails this week.
I suppose I could watch The Producers for the fifteen-thousandth time. Or I could go streaking. I've always wanted to try that. Especially in this neighborhood, because it's mostly retired old ( Read more... )

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