In a stroke of genius, Pablo and Matt decide to call me up and ask me if I wanted to get "fucked up". Being the carefree individual I am, I said sure without hesitation. However, we had no booze for which to get drunk. In yet another stroke of genius, Pablo, Matt, and I deem myself worthy of sneaking liquor out of my house. Unfortunately, my ( Read more... )

I decided to resurrect my journal and do the following...

Boast: I'm getting published in a book

Gloat: I have lots of money (LOTS)

and Mope: i regret hurting Bridget

I have no home to call my own

Old man hugs the ground like an infant to its cradle.

A leather coat and wool cap,

his weapons of choice

against the cold, bleak world he must face…

day after day.

Nappy hair and beard

cover a man once filled with pride,

with joy.

With no home of his own,

all he does is sit and wait.

His arms folded ( Read more... )

I think I'm going to Knox come August. Nine grand a year scholarship and financial aid, I'll barely have anything to pay since I'll have independent status ( Read more... )

So, I went to a wax on radio show with Adam, Jamie, and Matt yesterday. It was an amazing day. We all took the blue line and got off at Belmont, which unfortunately was the wrong way (forgot to transfer to Red line). However, it was still good times. Basically the entire conversation there consisted of Jamie asking us what actresses we thought ( Read more... )

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H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y T O M E !

I got rid of all the entries that didn't matter from the past. I think I'm going to reevaluate my life and make some changes for the better.

I wrote this, but I don't like it.  Someday I'll find the words to describe how I feel, but oh well....

Where Are You Now, Dear Father?

Up the stairs, his end awaits me
 His death looms, unknowingly
 Behind that door, kept shut in my mind,
 A man society left behind

“Dad, are you going to work?”
 I tap you, but you gave no look
 I shake you, cold to ( Read more... )

So...my dad died on Oct. 7, 2005 between 5:30 and 7:30 and the services were nice. I met many people that knew him at the wake. the funeral was nice and i get get choked up until the guard presented with the flag. I know i always used to say how much of a dick he was, but you never really know how good something is until you lose it. I guess I'm ( Read more... )

This is quite possibly the worst day of my teen life.