I'm so sick of saying the same thing over and over again and still being ignored.  Why can't you just listen to me?

Where are you?

First sentence of my symposium:

FUCK. I am in dire need of a first sentence.   Virginia Woolf...
or
I hope the crisp $100 bill I attached will assuage the level of difficulty with which you grade this paper.  Virginia Woolf...

Which would please Riley more?

Oh man, good times.
Or was it?

Oh hey best day ever.  Well maybe not ever, but close enough.

Exactly how long does it take to replace an exploded transformer?  Because I'm kind of enjoying this super-long weekend.  It's pretty sweet if you ask me.

This is going to be the longest weekend ever.

It sucks that once is never enough.  For anything.  Ever.
When will I ever learn from my mistakes?

I don't even know what to do with myself anymore.  I don't even know.

I need to get out of this place.  It's making me crazy.

I just want to feel like someone cares, like someone would notice when I'm not around.  Because right now, I don't feel like that.  I feel like no one realizes that I do have feelings and emotions no matter how hard I try to ( Read more... )

So I finally accomplished my goal of seeing Three Days Grace and Breaking Benjamin live.  It only took six years.  Or was it seven?  Whatever, it's all the same.  Now all that's left are Smile Empty Soul and lostprophets.  Well, at least all that's left of the bands that I've been listening to since middle school.

 Why is it that every time one thing goes right everything else falls apart?