This is really getting unbearable.

Well, I got my liscence.

(Click here to post your own answers for this meme.)

✓ I miss somebody right now.  (Even though I just saw him.)
✓ I don't watch much TV these days.  (Hardly any at all. Movies, more so.)
✓ I own lots of books.

✓ I wear glasses or contact lenses.  (For reading, mostly, sometimes to ease a headache.)
× I love to play video games.
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The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)LowLevel 2 (Lustful)Very HighLevel 3 (Gluttonous)Very LowLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)HighLevel 6 - The ( Read more... )

Well, Warped Tour was pretty swell. I think maybe I'll go in August as well. I'm pretty much coated in a film of sweat and dirt, and I'm rather tanned about the shoulders & chest and all. Against Me, Every Time I Die, Thursday, and Dropping Daylight were all particularly quality sets ( Read more... )

I have here a 97% fat free flour tortilla wrapped around tuna and a single sandwich stacker pickle. And a bottle of diet A&W ( Read more... )

My scars feel like they are ripping into me. A cashier at Giant asked me what happened and Scott blurted out, "Tree." I thought to myself, "No tree is that cruel." Only people have the capacity for that kind of cruelty, I am fairly certain. Nothing else, animal, plant, water, earth, or fire's ever hurt me as badly as I've hurt myself or as ( Read more... )

Scott and I paid a visit to RFK last night for the National's game, but we only stayed for two innings, with no scoring. I started to shiver and turn blue, which became problematic, you see ( Read more... )

2000, on the SAT.
600 on math
700 on critical reading
700 on writing.

I'm in love with your daughter.  I want to have her baby.

Saturday made me feel like I had never known how to kiss in the first place, when all the days before made me feel like I had just forgotten.  It felt like having my soul touched with the tip of one finger, all over, in a ( Read more... )

I am finally writing a paper that was due the day before spring break, which I hadn't really even touched until tonight. The progression of ideas consists of "war is shit" -> "shit happens" -> "don't let shit happen." I'm fucking sick as shit of writing about war, that's what shitty.
I used to think that literature was a field I would be interested ( Read more... )