New Year, Schmew Schmear. Doesn't feel any different to me ( Read more... )

Is there anything more depressing than a vacation that you spend at home? Christ, I feel like shit. And yet I'm "relaxing" and "taking a break." Really, what's the point in life when the things that I actually feel intent with are going to school and talking to people I really can't stand? I want to not be able to stand them. What is wrong? Beep ( Read more... )

I get it already! Winter Formal is going on right now and I'm not there! You don't have to keep rubbing it in my face! I could have fucking gone if I wanted to, but I didn't (unless certain circumstances were to be arranged, which they wouldn't have been). I threw the $45 down the shitter and I didn't look back. Enough ( Read more... )

Yesterday I saw End of the Century: the story of The Ramones, and it gave me a simple kind of happiness. One where I could just scream out and enjoy myself. And I love those little moments in life. That's why music is great. It can do that to you when you least expect it. And though I'm not as happy now as I was last night, I am still happy ( Read more... )

socks rocked off: so what's wrong ( Read more... )

I met Helen one week ago, right? I really have nothing against her. She's a fine lady. However, she's been over to our house 4 times in the last 4 days. It's been like she's lived here. And that's alright, it's vacation and all... But she went to church with us! Church! That's right, folks, I don't like church enough, but now my dad's going to ( Read more... )

Thanksgiving was grand. I'm saying that because there's not much more to be said. I mean, it was better than I expected, but I was expecting the house to catch on fire and everyone dead. You see what I mean? We had Thanksgiving lunch, because Chris had to work around dinner time. Dad invited his girlfriend over (whose name is Helen). He wanted to ( Read more... )

I've gotten very tired of expressing my feelings over and over again. It's quite consuming. I've just decided that my... more personal (?) stuff will just be in my written journal. Not that I don't want you (the person reading this) to know stuff about me, it's just that it's strange. People ask, "do you have a livejournal?" and I say, "Yeah, but I ( Read more... )

The play's over and I'm sad. I don't really find it pathetic. I've been spending the last two months of my life doing this with the same people. It's fun, and I'm really glad I did it. Everyday I would get a ride with Jack and see the other people... so many things. It's just so strange to not do that anymore. It was a lot of fun, and I'm really ( Read more... )

Alright, don't worry, this isn't another long entry about how much I miss Kristina. Not that I don't, I just have other thoughts ( Read more... )