idk what happened to this whole livejournal thing. i haven't been here in months. i don't really take it all that seriously. anyway. i'm at school reading huckleberry finn chapter notes and shit. i haven't actually sat down to get into the story. why i'm in ap english, i really don't know. idk why i thought my motivation would change just because ( Read more... )

yesterday was not a good day. today is not a good day. i tried to picture my birthday party. like where we would be and who exactly would be there, but i couldn't. i couldn't see one happy dinner because slowly but surely, i'm turning everyone away from me. i've managed to break everything that meant something to me, and i'm having a pretty hard ( Read more... )

i get to go to sleep tonight

what is the point of a 4 dollar garage sale stereo with the most wonderful sound and a broken cd player? i'm so tired. i need to get out of alameda very badly.

yarbles.

to someone: i hate you. probably more than anyone that i actually know in real life. i meant everything i said despite my former state of mind. the reason why we've spent time together was because i didn't want to yet again waste something that once meant something to me. i tried to salvage something from our remains. not intimately, but just to ( Read more... )

today is terrible. i guess it's even now. yesterday, however, was terrific. mancala. driving. barbecue... barbeque? fireworks. skyy vodka. blubbery sobbing on the phone over things i don't even understand. yeah. i needed that.

1) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:

"This is why I am telling you, you are playing with fire here."

2) Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch?

my monitor

3) What is the last thing you watched on TV?

the simpsons

4)WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is.

9:45

5) Now look at ( Read more... )

i keep having these dreams where i feel threatened and defend myself by killing everyone who comes near me. i close my eyes and become hysterical and stab every possible thing i can reach. somehow i end up losing anyway, and i'm helpless. maybe i need a hobby or something.

if you yourself really believe that something is wonderful, what would be the point of asking if other people feel the same way, or going to such great lengths to prove to them that it is in fact, just that wonderful? unless it's something you actually share with that person...

i need to go camping.