Can somebody who actually knows tell me if it's actually Rachel and Sarah's birthday's today? Don't ask me how I know, if I'm actually right. If I actually am, then happy freaking birthday!

...Actually.

Yeah. I used to be metal.
Where did I go wrong?

Dear Journal:

FUCKYESFUCKYESFUCKYESFUCKYESFUCKYESFUCKYESFUCKYESFUCKYES!!!!

I got accepted to Algonquin college!
Shit what what?! I think I peed myself. SO HAPPY!

Dear journal:

Colossus is gay for Wolverine? WTF?

Dear Journal:

I miss Greg a lot.

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Drawing. I can't seem to draw what I want to. I'm certainly drawing something, I'm not always sure what, exactly. This is good because I'm exploring things outside of the "typical" stuff I usually do. It's not good because I can't work on projects that I would like to work on. Ah well. I still need a bigger scanner ( Read more... )

I'm so goddamned dizzy. Yesterday, we were playing paintball and everything was fine and good, until I started to feel funny. I started walking back to the reload point (basically a "home-free" zone), and not even half way there ( Read more... )

How crazy is that?


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A soundtrack to your life. Give it a go ( Read more... )