Why don't I ever having anything to write anymore?

Gone so long, yet nothing to write about... This week has been shitty so far. Full of things I don't want to do, and no time for the things I love. I finally got around to seeing a doctor. That went on today. For quite some time, I've been complaining about debilitating back pain. More in the musculature surrounding the spine instead of in the ( Read more... )

I'm at Austin's, working on my American West report. He and Garrett are playing a video game. Ordinarily, I wouldn't come on-line when I could be spending time with him, but I NEED to finish this assignment. He said he wouldn't "leave me alone" if he didn't have something to keep him busy (leave me alone meaning not smother me with kisses and such ( Read more... )

I found out Tyson and Sam (his fiancee) are buying Austin and I tickets to see Jerry Seinfeld in December as Christmas gifts. I wasn't going to have it at first, but Austin told me I can't stop Tyson. So, I've decided to let it go and buy him something as well. However, what I'm going to buy is in question. My mum suggested buying him and Tyson ( Read more... )

Happy birthday, beloved Live Journal! Today is your fourth birthday.

Austin, Tyson, and I are seeing Gwar tonight. Exciting? Very.

I finally saw David Cronenberg's newest creation, A History Of Violence. What a great film! David Cronenberg did a masterly job. You really can't expect anything short of amazing from that man. It was Austin's third time seeing it and everybody else's first. By everyone else I mean, me, Candace, and Tom. London Fields, another film by David ( Read more... )

The first week of October brought much excitement with it. Too bad it all had to end with me getting sick. I even stayed home from school yesterday *raises fist* At least I saw Austin before I got sick. If a couple of days had passed since I last saw him, I would have seen to killing someone because I would have to wait a few more until I feel ( Read more... )

Someone, who found an old profile of mine, messaged me a moment ago and in complete fright, I verbally attacked him. He repeatedly asked for my name, so I told him that it was none of his buisness and that I didn't give 1/10 of a shit about who he was. I feel awful about it now, but some people just aren't comfortable with receiving mysterious ( Read more... )

The weekends go by seemingly fast now. I wish I could tell them to slow down. I'm at Austin's again. He's playing guitar. Doing his Dillinger Escape Plan impression, rather. We're about to pick up a pizza and come back to spend some more sweet time together. I have been here all weekend, so is it a wonder that I wish the weekend could have lasted ( Read more... )