What the hell is the point of all this? And by all this, I mean earth. Fuck, what the crap is all this for? Why do we run around trying to please other people, try to earn scraps of paper, stuff our faces with slop and then melt our brains in front of a box that tells us to do more of this? I mean, come on! If there is a god, then the only ( Read more... )

Why do we fear change? What instinct inside of us makes us cling so dearly to everything that makes us who we are? I like my life, just the way it is, and the castles all around me have been melting down for years. And it kills my brain to think of all the time I've wasted here, all the effort, blood, sweat and tears...Oh danny elfman, you silly ( Read more... )

Ok, I just posted, but now I have more to say. And first I'll say this. I have a problem with split personalities. I truly DO have two. It's really wierd. I'm two-sided about EVERYTHING. There is nothing that I am definite about...well, except one thing (Shipoopi). And just after I write a post, or a paper, or anything, this other part of me will ( Read more... )

So...been a while since I last posted. Let's see...what's happened since then...well, I moved out. A month later moved back in with my parents after finding out that my roommate hadn't paid the rent in two months and we were getting evicted, and he was probably going to steal my stuff, like his brother stole my bank cards. I never got my deposit ( Read more... )

I MOVED OUT! WOOOOOO!!!! Now, I just wish that I had a phone line and internet access...but I don't get those for another week or so....Ah well. I survive off top ramen, peanut butter sandwiches, and I bike seven and a half miles each way to work. Woooo. And yet, I love it more than living at home. Helllz yeah. And now here I go again to be out of ( Read more... )

Well, I did it. I'm totally packed, and I'm moving out in less than 11 hours. Sweeeeeet. Of course, I have to wake up the next morning at about 9:00 to go to work, so BLEAH. Ok, so I volunteered to work that shift, but I need the money! Ahhhhh! Oh Temptations, how I love thee. The band, not the vice. Damn,it would be nice to be able to drive. But ( Read more... )

Well, this is it. I move out tomorrow. I'm nearly finished packing all my stuff (the whole packing part took about, oh, half an hour? Most of this night was just cleaning the room and finding everything). Man, moving should be fun, since tonight is my friend's 21st b-day party, and that means I'm gonna have a blood alcohol level of about twenty ( Read more... )

Red Bull is god! I now worship that 8.3 ounce (250 mL) can of holy hell! On the back, it says that it 'improves concentration and enhances reflex responses" or something like that. I don't know about the reflex part, but shit...that stuff is like ritalin in a can. For the first time EVER I was able to play one section of a piano peice and practice ( Read more... )

It's funny really. I've noticed that I think and talk exactly like all of the women I've ever cared about. Not like my friends or parents or influences. No, just the schoolyard crushes and the infatuations and the love. Innnnteresting...

Oh what a great fucking night. No. Really. I can't type because my fingers are frozen and can't move. My parents hate me now probably. Maybe I've killed us all. God, it fucking hurts to move my fingers. So yeah, there I was trying to clean the oven for my family, figuring I might as well help out before I move out. Then my stepdad comes in and ( Read more... )