I think I am going to quit posting shit on the livejournal all together. Maybe just for a while, but maybe never again. I just don't seem to give a fuck about it anymore. I also think I am going to stay offline more often on the aim. That is all I have to say about that.

Tomorrow at FMA Matt Kokkonen is speaking. He is a financial planner with 30 years experience who is also running for state assembly on the republican ticket. It should be very interesting to hear him speak. Will he speak on Finance or just try to campaign? I hope he just tries to campaign and there are debates and stuff cause we have had a lot ( Read more... )

FUCK VALENCIA. It is too fucking loud. Fuck my neighbors. Fuck the paper thin walls, which are probably not up to standard construction specs. Fuck listening to Tool and 50 Cent as if it is playing on my own fucking stereo. Fuck this place. Fuck it. That is all I have to say at the moment.

My roomate Dude (aka Ryan) is a cheap son of a bitch. I might have only met one bastard cheaper. No, actually, I have never met a cheaper bastard. There is a man that I know who might be able to give him a run for his money (even if it was only a penny) but I think that asshole Dude would win and snatch up that penny, and if he lost he would ( Read more... )

Once Upon a Time ( Read more... )

I realize after reading Cutler's latest post, I don't know how to format a livejournal, and I also realize that I don't give a fuck. I will keep mine plain. I also realize that as of late, or maybe as of always, I feel the need to use obscenities to get my points across and this may be offensive to some readers of the livejournal. I will not ( Read more... )

Roy moved out today. My fucking neighbors are playing loud music through my wall again and it is 10:48 pm. They started it at midnight and woke my ass up the other night so I punched the wall a few times, tearing up my knuckles but not caring, and they stopped it. I hate this fucking place. Valencia is a shit hole. It is a slum and people ( Read more... )

Sometimes, you remember. You might not remember a certain event or conversation with crystal clarity, but the memory is more vivid and overpowering because you remember a feeling. When a breeze carries a certain scent, like the scent of summer that you might remember from a long time ago. Maybe it is just a certain kind of tree or plant, or ( Read more... )

I was stressed today. There was a lot on my mind. School among other things. A lot to think about. I got home from school at 7 instead of 6 because I had a group project to work on. The number 5 bus does not come at 7, so I had to hoof it. I got in my car almost immediately upon my return, and drove to one of my favorite places. I went to ( Read more... )

Tuesday Morning. Feels like a Monday. Got up at 4:30 today, so my day is almost over. I had a good time last night. Ah, f*$# it. I will do a journal entry later maybe. Time to go to the FMA board meeting. Perhaps later I will not just write down what happened to me today or yesterday, but rather some crazy story of what could have happened ( Read more... )