Ok, so you guys are going to absolutely FUCKING hate me, but I'm going to change my lj name again. Go ahead, post nasty comments. FUCK YOU! No, kidding ( Read more... )

What's wrong with this picture?

Everything.

So anyway.  It's fun.

Ugh.  I have this amazing urge right now to do anything incredibly stupid, because at this point, I'm half way.  Like, I'm a mediocre stupid person.  That's the worst feeling, knowing that you can't even excel at stupidity.  Thanks a lot.  You could have given me something.

well, ( Read more... )

Drugs are what I want this morning. I would rather be a speedhead lying in a puddle of my own vomit than work my shift today. I would so much rather give head for crack ( Read more... )

Hey, I just realized I want to add more to that.

How about we come to an agreement.  How about everything stops being so fucking tragic.  Why don't we all stop screaming CARE ABOUT ME now, and actually try to reconsider exactly how we relate to people.  Yeah, I'm getting preachy.  I'm so FUCKING tired of hearing "I can't go on," and then, after ( Read more... )

I hate how some things you can never escape.  I hate how, once you form a persona, you have to keep it, regardless of how you feel or the situation, because when you don't you fail.

I guess I do overanalyse things, and I think it's to distance them.  If I'm in an upsetting situation, it's so easy for me to be like, hey, it's ok because they have ( Read more... )

HEY FUCKERS

Monday I'm waitressing 9-9 at the Hut, so come dish out the love.

So, yeah.

Last night I hung out with Ry and Liz in the dorms.  I bleached my hair, and Ryan styled it and did my make-up.  That was impressive; he does a better job than I do.

Talked to Josh, since I was down the hall anyway.  Hmm...sometimes, I think that hearing other people's frustration is worse than me having the problem myself.  I'm just not ( Read more... )

Ok, so I'm starting to have a very real problem with sleeping, and it's not going away.  I'm going to die.  Well, probably not.

So maybe I'm just stressed out, or maybe it's my schedule.  Maybe I need a prescription for sleeping pills.  Maybe I need a gun.  Ugh.

So yeah.  Anyway.

That's it.  This journal entry is dedicated to my "demon" (just ( Read more... )

Waiting for Mandy to call and say her shift is over so I can again spend the whole night talking and not sleeping, as sleeping is over rated.  The record for days without sleep is (controversially) 30 years, so I think I'm good.  I slept some last night, and I probably will be able to work it in again tomorrow after I bring Bess to the doctor's; ( Read more... )

Just got back from a walk with Melissa on Congress St...lol.  I heart her.  Meanwhile...

Eli just forced me to take a bite of his BBQ beef/cheese/Miracle Whip sandwich...can anyone say "heart disease?"  How about, "high cholestrol?"  He's going to die, and he wants to take me down with him.  His argument was something about never living to my full ( Read more... )