day 4

cigarettes 6 (must continue diligent work), alcoholic beverages 4 (not bad for 10 in the morning), small children hit with car 0 (sneaky bastards jumped out of the way)

Holy crap it's cold! Today I woke up and my dad was like, hey before we go out you might want to put on about 4 layers, it's 6 degrees and windy. Man. I have to go fabric ( Read more... )

One more final, I just keep telling myself I need to care about this! I should want to do well! Arrg. Maybe I can talk myself into wanting to keep on working instead of feeling so apathetic about it.
Last night in Denton for quite a long while.


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There are so many things I could say, and I want to say everything thats rushing through my head, but somehow I just can't figure out how to put it all into words.

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the constrast of white on white

In between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling ( Read more... )

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Last night I got home aound 12:30 limping and tired, sat down to check my ( Read more... )

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Sad for me about the whole not graduating thing, and I swear to God, this is how it came out the first try. Creepy.

( Quiz Time )

Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,

And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;

For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

From "Desire is Death": Sonnet 147,

Shakespeare