NEW JOURNAL.
add it.

no more random public entries.
this journal's gotten me into a lot of trouble.
but i won't delete it.

FRIENDS ONLY,
forever.

( i think i took this before. )

i'm sleepy in my bones. i never write in here anymore, and i don't really care. but there's nothing else to do in a wilcox-less psychology class. i don't have internet, so it doesn't really work to write in here. i'm bored with computer stuff, anyway. i need a new walkman; mine stopped working and listening to the radio makes me want to stab things ( Read more... )

since someone decided to get into my myspace, which has this linked in it, my journal is going to be friends only from now on. i didn't realize that almost everyone i'm related to is a fucking psycho. you're not my mom. you're not grandma, meaning - i'm not living with you, either. therefore, what i do has no bearing on your life, except for the ( Read more... )

I'm in my sixth period study hall. I was listening to Zwan this morning, Billy Corgan's new band. They basically sound like the Smashing Pumpkins, though. I don't get it.

I want a fucking mp3 player! a pink one.

( go kiss your mother's mouth. )

It smells like ass in here. I'm really bored and I need to do my portfolio for AMPU but I lost my stuff. Is today Tuesday or Wednesday? Tuesday. Good. I'm going to pass out. But at least I don't have AIDS. Or work ( Read more... )

I'm in Psychology and I'm updating this even though it's somewhat awkward because Jim is freaking out right next to me. Nevermind. He moved. Now I can write in here in peace ( Read more... )

I'm at Jackie A. Manner's house, checking up on my unimportant shit. It snowed outside and someone plowed the driveway at my grandma's; I'm glad because I would have had to shovel it otherwise. I was supposed to go into the darkroom with Mr. Hott today; I don't know if he's expecting me tomorrow, but I really don't want to go. Maybe... I don't know ( Read more... )

I'm at the library. I did most of my Central application and my FAFSA, but my mom has to get some stuff before I can finish. Mr. Kotak and Ms. Devine/Mrs. Fagan are writing me letters of recommendation ( Read more... )