at the moment i am just simply exstatic. its 4 in the morning and im still awake, even though the time in which everything comes down is far from now my body is full of energy. i have developed a twitched/tick in my right eye i think because of it, or perhaps it is because of lack of sleep. either way when i discover the date in which that smashing ( Read more... )

i want my head to open like a flood gate and have all my thoughts poor out like a tidal wave that will envelope my blank page. for i hear blank page is all the rage.

I found most people to be extremely excited about starting high school. Me on the other hand could have cared less. I was only nervous, not so much that I was going to be around a higher age group or that I would be in a new place, but the fact that I didn't know where my classes were. I didn't go tour the school until the morning of school with my ( Read more... )

I walked into my first grade classroom with poise and confidence. I thought to myself that I was better then everyone else and was much smarter, after all I knew I could read better then most kids my age, so I knew I had some kind of edge. The teacher brought out flash cards with a picture and the word of the item on it, I knew all of them except ( Read more... )

During my 11th year of life I reached a critical point in my attitude and feelings. I did not respect myself nor did I have respect for others. I was teased regularly for no apparent reason, either for being fat or for just doing something that one may find weird thus giving a reason to poke fun at them. But that is what children do, they rip you ( Read more... )

I was born in Naples, Italy, when I tell this to people they do not believe me. I dont understand this, I remember being a kid and telling people where I was born and they took it for the truth, now skepticism has run amock and people cant seem to believe one another. I was born to Jim and Debbie Hanson. My father was in the Air Force at the time ( Read more... )

i am going to write my autobiography here in this journal. why? because i want to.

if you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. it can be anything you want- good or bad. when you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or moritified) about what people remember about you ( Read more... )

fuck you criss angel. you defy physics, fuck, you defy everything. id kill to figure out how you do the shit you do. but until then i hate you, you fucking asshole.

one day winston churhill was returning to parliament from lunch. he had had a few gin martinis and was a bit wobbly. walking up the steps into parliament, he stumbled a bit into a woman, knocking her down. as he was helping her up, she smelled the gin and said, "mr. churchill, you're drunk ( Read more... )