What to say that isn't bitchy, been busy. I have a full load of classes on top of labs on top of being an officer in SAACS and trying to form up UBCB. It's not that I don't have time to relax it's just that I don't. Fucking A. Am always tense, expecting something to come out and need to be done. This place doesn't make it easy either. And by ( Read more... )

Now I miss the Captain ( Read more... )

I need a new paradigm.

And yet my friends Jack and Jim are gone. Pity, I liked them.

Just feel blah. Summer seems to be sucking out my soul. I don't know if it's family (insane, demanding and infuriating) friends (distant, involved, uncommunicative) work (boring, not stimulating, routine) or myself (indecisive, cautious, reclusive) Arrrrrrrrrrgggg

God I am such a stupid ass. Really, I fail to see redeeming features in me. The one thing I seem to manage to get right is how to royally fuck up good things that I have going for me. damn this blows. I think I just hate break. I need to stay busy or these damnable funks come on over me. Or staying busy just keeps my mind off how royally screwed up ( Read more... )

Wow, how much things change. And stay the same. And I have no idea why I still update but it happens. Anyways, I guess I'm twenty years old now. I had a great time this weekend. Friday night I went snowtubing on a program set up by Jayce and Jackie. Great times tubing, the hill was really fast. Jayce lost his keys somewhere on the hill so we had ( Read more... )

Oh man, my life is like a soap opera without any of the romance. My parent/sister conflict has pretty much boiled down to "come back when you grow up" and "fine." For the third time. So Bug's going out to Buffalo in search of a new start with her boyfriend and my parents will spend the rest of the foreseeable future alternately cursing her and ( Read more... )

I miss my saxophone. Well, not physically because it's in my closet here at school but I haven't had occasion to play since I was cut from the Jazz Ensemble here at UB. I have to say that some of my most joyous momemts were spent playing my trusty alto. When I was in that groove and it felt (though not always sounded) like everything was together I ( Read more... )

Grr, big ball o' hate right here. Why? Dunno. Probably because I feel second-rate/string. bah.

Need to suck out the poison, and start anew. Or build a giant robot and smash things. Or just smash things.

Well fuck.