Stress stress stress stress! Agh! I'm getting so stressed out over stupid little things again. This essay is stupid. It should be easy to write. So write it Zach! Damn, just write it already. But my brain isn't working in that mode. It doesn't want to put down letters and words and sentences. It can't even find the right ones ( Read more... )

Instead of sleeping I am trying to find my Magnetic Fields CDs. 69 Love Songs vol. 1 through 3. I need it. It must be here somewhere. Under this pile of papers? No. In that heap of things over there? No, and a pile of CDs spills over, spooking the dog and my sister. But there they are, in the closet. Sixty-nine love songs, delicately written to ( Read more... )

I am a bitter, spiteful person. After being left alone in my head for so long everybody is an enemy. No joke? No joke. It's all I do anymore! I hate hate hate and then I hate some more. It's not that I hate you or what you are, I just hate ( Read more... )

So I never update anymore do I? Sorry ( Read more... )

Oh. Hey everybody.
I got accepted into Western for Winter Quarter.

So whats the deal with this place?
Whats the scoop?

I have neglected you all. All of you out there in the blogosphere who have missed me so. Sorry 'bout that ( Read more... )

ugh... maybe i am manorexic... :\

I suppose this is one of those things you might expect me to write about. One of those things that any normal person who keeps a journal (especially an online one) would write about. So then, in the spirit of normality, let us venture forth ( Read more... )

You may have read the beginning of this before.
But here it is again with it finished. It isn't all that great.
Please do not hate.
Or hate, I don't care. It doesn't matter.

( throwing knives )

Well fuck me. I hate it when I do this, I really do ( Read more... )