With so much irradicating change, I've come to realize that it's time to change journals. The story I will tell for the rest of the year will be much different than the first half. It can be now said that, "you're finally getting those life experiences that will define what kind of adult you will be, the kind of actions that will mix with the ( Read more... )

Proofs tomorrow. Wake up at 7:30, i have school. No joke. It's almost 2 ( Read more... )

Oh crazy.
I hate writing in this thing now. I complain and talk about irrelevant things.

Bye Bye. Til I can think of a good new username.

REINA REINA REINA ( Read more... )

greatest news of coming back home?
seeing the Sims 2 website.
it screams addiction.
i can't wait.

It's probably not for the best to read 100 pages of Prozac Nation in 2 days. It pretty much makes me recall all the downers in my life and how I act irrationally about them. I spent 1/3 of my car ride home sleeping, 1/3 reading, 1/3 diverging from reading and thinking about my life and how I hate Michigan traffic. I wanted to come home and see you ( Read more... )

Yea so I pretty much have this new system where I'm losing interest in everything. I pretty much enjoy sitting still and not really caring about much. I had my father sitting next to me screaming his head off into my ear. I had my little brother talking about something, I didn't even listen. I had this boy sitting next to me and it felt like I was ( Read more... )

I just wrote something. Livejournal reloaded for no reason. I lost my words and phrases. I feel like I've been robbed. I thought one of my little analogys to time was pretty catchy, but hey it's gone. I could repeat, but I wouldn't be able to stand that it's not exactly the same. It's not the original, it doesn't have the meaning anymore, just half ( Read more... )

It's just one of those days where you wake up and say to yourself, "today is great, I'm happy, nothing is going to go wrong ( Read more... )

I think...well that's an awful thing to say. I think, of course I think. For godsake that's all I do is think. I was going to open this entry in some poetic second hand lyric and I end up yelling about how ridiculous my first two words are. The subject being myself, the actionary verb, think. To think, thinking. I was thinking, I am thinking. I ( Read more... )