To whom it may concern:

Make it leave my brain, lest I stab some shit.
Let me grow a pair, lest I lose all control.
Make me a little less emo, lest I become totally pathetic.

kthx.

So here's the thing. I am an extremely sarcastic person. I also don't deal with uncomfortable situations well. I either laugh loudly, to break the mood, or I stare at my feet and pretend I'm not listening, when I still am. And I always give advice when no one wants it. Therefore, I am always worried that what I do offends people. I mean, ALWAYS ( Read more... )

So I'm totally lame. I won't tell you why, because it is, in fact, entirely TOO lame...but there you are.

Lame to the point of nauseousness, in fact.

Moving on.

I still don't have a schedule, band camp is going to kill me, and work is work.

Back to the nauseousness?

I really love this new job. Except the occasional shmuck of a kid, they're really smart and fun to work with. w00t.

The fireworks were sooooooooooooo much better this year. Erin liked the sparkly ones.

My feet hurt.

Also quite tired I am. (It makes me use the force.)

This is a pointless entry.

Ha.

I don't want to go to symphonyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

Don't make me.

http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2719869?htv=12

When you take an online exam, and you realize about two-thirds of the way through that you really need to poop.

Not fun.

They were so good, I almost felt bad eating them ( Read more... )

So now I'm accepted into the music department. Dr. Cole called my house and sent me an email. They shouldn't be allowed to fuck with my emotions like that.

I'm gonna do it.

I have an exam in two hours. I'm not really studying for it. At this point, I either know it or I don't. So...blah.

I'm out of here Friday. I'm out of here Friday. I'm out...

So let's get raunchy tonight...and go see American Dreamz. God, that movie was so good. I haven't laughed like that in so long. You have been Omerized.

Oh, and this little detail ( Read more... )