SO ... it's been a while. How long? A couple months, something like that! And there's only 27 days left of the school year and I'm scared shitless of leaving for college. I pretend not to be; I pretend to be confident, but truth is, I have not idea what the fuck I'm going to do. Hopefully I'll do alright in Seattle. Hopefully I won't be eaten alive ( Read more... )

can friends hug? or, is that not aloud?

what doesn't work about me...?

what's so different...?

Are there different levels of friendship?

I came home last night tired. It was somewhere around 3 o'clock, I believe. And I had only slept four hours the night before, unfortunately. And for the past two nights I've been having quite a sporatic dream fare. The dreams consist of nothing really. Most would find them boring and abnormal, but to me-I don't, they seemed somewhat heartfelt. I ( Read more... )

This is the happiest I've been in a long time. I don't know why. It just seems like everything is going good in my life right now...well, for the most part. But anyhow, right now I'm happy. And, well-it's the best i've felt in a long time.

I'm glad I went. I wasn't going to, originally. I was just gonna stay home, watch some movies (Pulp Fiction and Eternal Sunshine), and eat some really nasty old pop corn I've had sitting in the pantry for over a year. I was going to call tonight, 'lets feel sorry for me' night. But I decided against it. Why ( Read more... )

HAllelujah! HAllelujah!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

HallElujah!

It's all over. The agonizing world of a metaphorical opperation is now over. And life seems so much better. Then again, it's going to get worse...this week is Shakespeare.

Anyhow.

HALLELUJAH!

I'm not much of an EMO sorta guy. But I must say, today has been an EMO sorta day, if I've ever had one. Truth is, CoSA is getting on my nerves. Or rather, Opperation Youth 'Let's fuckin' SOB bout our life' Voices. I swear, I have never been so drained from one project before. Don't get me wrong. CoSA is wonderful. There are the great teachers (aka ( Read more... )

So. This journal is top notch, ay? It sports my wonderful talents with the computer. You see, I made this journal all on my own. Yes I did. The whole Pulp Fiction/Uma Thurman thing makes me hot. Oh, how I do love Uma. Speaking of love. I was turned down this past week. Yes, Mr. Rico Suave here was turned down by a girl. Wouldn't you know it, she ( Read more... )

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