1) Extensive body damage to the passenger side (my fault ( Read more... )

I am not sure how I feel right now. My weekend was the best I has survived in a while because of the excitement of Thespian Conference, but my good spirits came crashing down when I heard about Matthew. Now I am pondering a thousand "What If?"s and beating myself up for not keeping touch with him to the best of my ability. It all makes me sick. It ( Read more... )

Matthew Prince* is in the hospital. Apparently, he experienced numbness and paralysis which the doctors attributed to a mass on his brain. At this time, it is unknown whether the growth is cancerous or not, but there will be a biopsy on Friday. Though I am not a religious person, I still believe that prayer might prove to be comforting, if not ( Read more... )

I have been too emotional ever the past week, and now I think I am much better. I have decided to put certain things behind me, and I find it much more comfortable to just be myself rather than being a paranoid wreck. Constantly trying to win approval from certain friends and acquaintences has left me with my patience worn thin... I don't need that ( Read more... )

Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT! I don't know if I am pissed off, or generically upset. Psychological Warfare is not cool. I think I am going to give up on even bothering to have or maintain friendships at all. Does that make you happy? Are you happy that you ditched me in favor of a deadbeat who has never done anything but insult you and mess with your ( Read more... )

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The scale at the gym says that I have lost nearly 10 lbs since I started my most recent diet a couple of weeks ago. Quite frankly, I don't see it. My pants fit just the same and my face hasn't thinned out. I want results, dammit!

I am in dire need of a haircut. If it waits any longer, I am going to look like the dude from Coheed and Cambria- if he had been bed ridden for a couple of weeks. I think that tomorrow afternoon I am going to cash my check and head for Alpharetta to go to Toni and Guy for the "emo" haircut I've been after. Either that or I'll see if Cyndi has any ( Read more... )

Ms. Hardy, the neurotically eccentric (or eccentrically neurotic) art teacher enlightened my sculpture class as to how today is scientifically proven to be the most miserable, depressing day of the year. Boy do I believe it. I had a terrible time trying to sleep last night. The covers were knotted from tossing and turning, and I kept changing the ( Read more... )

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