I hate to rant on livejournal all the time, but sometimes that feeling that creeps over you is undeniable and you just can't control it. I'd love to say I'm a rainy day person, but in truth I hate water. I would love to say that my favorite color is black, but sadly, my favorite might just be the coolest color too. It's like when every star, planet ( Read more... )

I Bootlegged the Taking back sunday CD, and let me just say that I'm kinda dissappointed. i mean, I heard their single and I was like... yeah.. ok so maybe they have a good CD. But it was bad. The end. GOod story.

regards

Arg, i think that pre-18th century literature and significant digits should be shot burned and stepped on. Honestly, the only thing worse than counting digits and going against logic is reading some bullshit that some catholic sycophant randomly spouted while half dead. Where's the truth? Where's the people who care? For christ sakes literature... ( Read more... )

Third Day, and I seem to have survived thus far.
Got out of AP Psychology. Lost that book already. Damn book...

Well Everything's ok so far, a tensed silence amongst my family.

Good luck.

regards

I'm thinking about the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and suddenly I feel really contemplative. I feel really respectful of the kind of band they are, they all look really emanciated and cranky, and they have no bassist which is very endearing. I also respect their guitarist cause he plays wit his finger tead of the pick thing.

Go Packers

I just finished Leaves of Grass, that damn book took forever, but I found it a lazy piece of arrogance, but still oddly satisfying. Poetry, if you can't beat it, fuck it ( Read more... )

It seems that whenever I'm mad or seething I always think of that one line, nay one phrase of that D12 song. "This bullshit can't be true, we're family ( Read more... )

Complacent, Idle.

There are times when men and mice are fit to unravel, and that is the time when you must act. When giants are looking up and ants are looking down, you blaze like a razor thin zephyr.

Stalking away to bed...
ay ser

I will.

We have one more week until that dastardly thing we call school, and somehow I'm looking forward to it. I get to spend 8 hours a day away from this concentration camp my parents call home. Ah yes, 12th grade, that'll be such a bitchy time ( Read more... )

Carefully planned, me day wasn't. my sibling playing teen titans with plastic animals. I'm mousing over schools and listening to the best band ever concieved although Incubus does give it a run for its money ( Read more... )