well, my friends page got a whole lot easier to read...not so cluttered with crap anymore. yeah, so, i dont have much to say. my music prof is pretty kickass. and thats all

shouldnt write about them in their livejournals. hence, i havent been writing lately. actually i havent had access to the magnificence that is the internet. but i use that term lightly ( Read more... )

Love? Love is shit, just when you think it's getting to be perfect, where you've made all the changes in yourself that make the person you love happy with you, and even better, make you happy with yourself, you get tossed. Love is shit. I fell in love with someone that was completely unwilling to make any sacrifices or go against the "odds" to ( Read more... )

Apparently my current relationship is only about the sex. Oh wait, no, I'm TOLD that that's all I'm in it for. People just don't understand me. Screw them. I'm wondering what I'm even doing in this if I'm being misinterpreted or misread this badly. I figured that the fact that I do just about anything for you and hang around you all the time, ( Read more... )

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Oh yeah, and some people have no balls...or musical cohesiveness.

Back on trizzack...but only because I'm bored and not working, and no one is in town. I think I've slept the majority of every day so far this summer. Fantabulous. Scrumtralescent. For anyone who doesn't know, I'm moving up, moving out, to a bigger place, better house. Yeah, I'm listening to oldskool rap. It shows. I don't think I'm going to ( Read more... )

So, my hellacious weekend at the Hilton has ended. I hope everyone is having a good Mothers' Day. I'm tired. Too bad I have an assload of reading to do tonight. I'll survive though. Anyway, sorry to anyone that tried to call me this weekend and never heard from me. I'm trying to catch up, I promise. Looks like if you don't work with me, you' ( Read more... )

I'm going to Research Park today with some friends for a hippie day with BBQ, music, and everything hippie. Except maybe weed and acid and stuff. There should be a hookah, no weed, but with sheesha and stuff. I probably butchered the spellings of those, but ohwell. Anyway, I'm excited, and hungry. I'll update again when I get back with all the

Katie, you can stop reading my journal now, or stop posting so that I might be tricked into thinking you've gone away. Your comments will just be deleted anyway. The only thing I've seen of yours is an email saying someone responded to a post I left in yours a while back. There was no point to the last comment you made to me, as I'm sure nothing ( Read more... )

There are some weird shadows chasing each other around my room. I don't know what they're from though. At first I saw them out of the corner of my eye, and thought they were bugs crawling around on my desk. Must be my resident ghost. He really exists. I see him hanging out by my closet or on my couch every now and then ( Read more... )