" I wrote a letter to my dad - I wrote, "I really enjoy being here," but I accidentally wrote rarely instead of really. But I still wanted to use it so I crossed it out and wrote, "I rarely drive steamboats, dad - there's a lot of shit you don't know about me. Quit trying to act like I'm a steamboat operator." This letter took a harsh turn right ( Read more... )

To whom it may concern,

My cellphone is so fucking dead it might as well be gone and buried. While its batteries had been lasting for the better part of six hours, alas, such luck is no more. Now my phone goes a whopping two minutes before shutting down. In that small window of opportunity, any sort of action can cause my phone to randomly shut ( Read more... )

I leave for college in a little over four hours. Unlike my comrades and compatriots who have long awaited this mass exodus with joyful yearning and are now (or will be shortly) reveling in the ecstasy of its forthcoming, I feel no happiness in its arrival. To say that its commencement is bittersweet is a falsehood as it comes with all the pain ( Read more... )

I'm not going back to sleep until I figure out what I'm supposed to be doing right now.

I have a facebook. Add me.

Unless you are a loser and in highschool and can't :)

1) Comment and I'll pick one of your LJ interests and make you an icon ( Read more... )

Hi. If you did not know, my name is Tyler Nichols.

And I am now a playwright.

Mayhaps not a published one. Or even a very good one. But a playwright nonetheless.

If you are reading this, I miss you and we haven't spent enough time together. So give me a call.

I finished it.

I've decided that some of the most sincere satisfaction comes from a job well-done.

Thats a huge thing for a slacker, such as myself, to admit to. Waiting until the last minute to complete things normally results in something far less than a "job well-done."

I don't want to go to sleep.