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...happiness is a warm gun...

well, what a fucking weird while its been. i feel the need to apologize to everyone. i haven't really been the best of bests lately. i've been keeping to myself, and trying to get things figured out. i'm so confused. i don't really know how to make myself happy, well, i'm lying. i can make myself happy, however...only by myself. i mean, i like ( Read more... )

it is strange how i feel that i am constantly drifting in and out of consciousness ( Read more... )

slowly running out of friends...and once i'm out, i'm transferring. thats it. so i can fuck up more people lives apparently... slim chance i'll be here next semester, hello groovy uv

You Are a New School Democrat


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ok, i'm chilling out, listening to the stills, and talking to a buddy online. everything is awesome. the song (well at least the end of the song) is love and death, now its of montreal. i love fucking canada. max and i had an awesometime, and i know we'll have an awesome time next summer. she's off line now...man this is so weird. i hope everyone ( Read more... )

well thats that... an interesting week ( Read more... )

the chalk dust (
now being inhaled through my nose
)from the erased calculations(
f(x,y)=x^2+y^2, fx(x,y)=2x, fy(x,y)=2y, fxy(x,y)=0
)on the board (
or should i say boring
)is now polluting my lungs(
and therefore my brain
)and in doing so(
which i have deliberately done
)i hope to one day feel more than that of fxy(x,y)

do you think people who are happy hate everything too? do you think they can't understand why, how, when, where, and who as well? do you think they can't understand it, but understand that they can't, and in understanding this, are happy because there's nothing left to do?

is happiness giving up?