It's Thursday night, and tomorrow I'm going to school for the first time since last Tuesday. I tried going to sleep but couldn't. I'm nervous. This sickness only bothered me physically until today. I feel disconnected with everyone. My closest friends have been really cold to me recently. I've only seen one of my friends in the past week, god bless ( Read more... )

If one more of my friends does cocaine I'm going to Columbia with some napalm and a dustbuster. STOP PEOPLE THE SHIT IS NOT GOOD!!!

Shit is so sweet right now that, even though it takes a couple hours to get started, even MONDAYS are the shit. La vida loca man :-).

Whenever I feel really shitty and decided to write in this thing I usually realize how dumb my gripes are, get over them, and delete my post so no one sees how dumb I was. This journal actually makes me feel better. Who knew? Being able to look at things at a 3rd person perspective helps so much.

I was conjested, so last night my dad gave me this little green pill. I went to sleep soon afterwards. I dreamt that on my way to school, 9W was blocked off due to a sudden outbreak of oversized gorillas. Being as I didn't want to be late for school, I drove through the road block and encountered several of the gorillas, narrowly dodging them with ( Read more... )

"I Ran by A Flock Of Seagulls is the Stairway to Heaven of the '80s." You can quote me on that. Life's boring. It's num as hell, but uneventful. Good times.

I saw gay cowboys yesterday. Fabulous film. I want that goddam cinematographer and whoever the hell was able to get those damn clouds in so many shots. Heath, I'm sorry for the shit I've given you over the years, turns out you didn't deserve it. I went to a party, got REALLY drunk, and didn't tell my parents where I was. My parents ended up finding ( Read more... )

I can't believe it had to be this way. Why couldn't people understand the fucking importance of confidentiality? I can't help but feeling there's an ulterior motive behind telling her. She was too adamant about doing it, despite my knowlege that this WILL turn out much worse than it would on my terms. I believe she is in the wrong, and someone I ( Read more... )

[] I am shorter than 5'4 ( Read more... )

I guess the point of it all is that in the end, yes, I am, in fact, the jealous type. I get jealous. And there is nothing like jealousy to spur on regret. That is my point.