The kid that writes this has just realized that he talks about himself far too much and needs to talk about other stuff. Especially on his ell jay.

Whoo for FBLA. Whoo for giving me something to like about myself, that is, my ability to earn plaques. Or something.

PS> White Salmon Bus. Ethics team 4thewin. Cause we basically are the most amazing, sexy people ever.

It always bothers me a bit to hear about 'air stagnation advisories'...They make me kinda sad.

This vanilla cream soda, on the other hand, makes me very happy...

My feet STILL hurt. Uhg.

Listening to The White Stripes is sooooo nostalgic for me. I love it. SO Much. The memories of the time that could only be symbolized by that music. Such great memories. Yet in a way, they are terribly confused memories.

Whatev. I long for things gone past again, and I'm okay with this longing now. Maybe it'll actually get somewhere for once.

I love staying up for ages and then getting things done. I love how I clean and such best and fastest when most exhausted. I love how my feet hurt from playing so much DDR last night/this morning. I love pita bread filled with cheese, tomatoes and basil and heated up.

I love.

So, things are actually kinda going rather good. It seems to be so. It's refreshing for things to be good for once. Then again, things have always kinda been good, but now they are actually properly good. Or something.

I'm content. Whoo!

I need to do things with my friends more often, just to remind myself who my friends really are.

I need to learn to just DO my work, even if it seems trivial and useless to me, even if it IS trivial and useless. I just need to get the work ethic. Oh well, I'm doing better now...

Isn't it an odd feeling, when one starts to fall for someone they've fallen for a time or two before?

I basically wanted to stab myself in the stomach today. Not really quite sure why..Maybe a whole collection of things. Meh. I'm better now. Cleaned my house. For some reason that made me feel so much more worthy of existence and such. I'm really exhausted for some reason or another ( Read more... )

I ask that anyone who reads this please replies with the first word that comes to mind in association with thinking of me.

I feel as if I may surely parish if I do not write something here, now. It's been soo long since I have ( Read more... )