I can smell my exhaustion. I am not joking. It smells like smoke and dead skin cells. How am I supposed to find the time to do anything at all? I was awarded Student of the Month today along with pizza slices and a shiny wooden plaque for my parents to gawk at. Woo-fucking-hoo. I thought of a fortune cookie I stole from Haggen three weeks ago and ( Read more... )

I'm in the mood to call myself dirty names. Dirty, horrible names that'll stick to me forever. I hate days where I have to sit myself down and question...seriously....what the hell was I thinking? Who did I really think I was? Ha, I'm laughing about it for the first time today ( Read more... )

Ya know Alex, I don't even have to edit this picture of you to get people to laugh at it. Thats the real sad part.

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For all of you who have not seen the poster I designed for the Fall/Christmas school play (yeah, the one I have a role in) you can view it here. Danke.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)ModerateLevel 2 (Lustful)Very HighLevel 3 (Gluttonous)LowLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) ( Read more... )

I'm relieved to see the sight of November in front of me, last November I spent the nights alone in a cold, sharp cornered home and I didn't savor those lonesome nights enough. God damnit, why can't I just realize what I have before its too late. I don't want to make the mistake of taking all that’s important to me for granted, theres too many ( Read more... )

I went through a few of my old archives, though I promised myself I wouldn't. I noticed the reoccurring pattern of my past tendencies to whine. All. The. Time. I used to wallow in so much self pity it now puts this sour taste of regret in the back of my throat. I don't know why I don't delete that journal. It reminds me of things I never want to ( Read more... )

Last night I had a dream that I met the President of the United States at a Gatorade vending machine somewhere outside San Diego. But the President was not George W. Bush (gag), but was Morgan Freeman....who does seem to play the President in a lot of movies. I was waiting in line behind him, and once he had paid for his Gatorade he turned around ( Read more... )

I have a job. I finally have a fucking job. No more relying on beer can deposits for gas money on the weekends (note: dad's alcoholism was necessary at this point). No more stealing Derek's wallet for lunch money. No more swinging from the ceiling in acts of crazy moneylessness, and no more of that crying myself to sleep everynight deal ( Read more... )

Funny how when so much happens in the span of a few days, I feel that much less motivated to write about it. Yeah, I got a lead in the school play on Monday. I play Alice, a snotty, pain in the ass of a nine year old in the play The Best Christmas Pageant Ever. I am very excited to say the least, I know I will make myself proud. Its nice to have ( Read more... )