The small plastic water tower outside the building and the plastic wood siding that gave it it’s “quaint” look of a tourist’s museum/activity/souvenir shop all rolled into one. I was not excited to go in. I was better than that, and seventeen ( Read more... )

Wow. Looking at my livejournal page for the first time in about a good eight months, I have a few things to say.
One of them seems to be "What in the hell was I thinking back in high school?" My page layout is an eyesore to me. I cannot look at without flinching and even squinting. I failed myself and my color choices. I think some more pronounced ( Read more... )

All of these, even if they offend, please don't take them as something against you. What I am after is some critiquing of my skills. You are more than welcome to say your peace, don't worry. But chances are, I will probably continue writing whatever is that I do write about and will continue to be offensive at times. It really isn't anything ( Read more... )

Yeah, I'm drunk. When am I not, when I get a bottle of wine? Or whine.... hahah. Well, my story begins something along the lines of I drink too much ( Read more... )

The best thing about mornings is if I'm still laughing, I'm still drunk ( Read more... )

I walk through the doors of the Physics Hall, knowing, just knowing that every geeky guy is looking my way. I pray they don't know that I don't really belong in that building. I pray that they don't realize that I don't know math and I don't know physics and I don't know why I am even in that ghetto hall. I pray all they are thinking is "what's a ( Read more... )

I love riding the bus. this semester has been the first that i've actually ridden the bus from my apartment. It sounds cliched, but there are so many different people to watch. People watching just so happens to be one of my favorite activities. It's fun to imagine why they have certain facial features or why they are wearing what they are wearing ( Read more... )

tonight, at the grand time of 230 in the morning, i realize that it is high time i take a step back down to this place where I once used to write interesting opinions, where I grew up and developed a sense of maturity, and often fought with people over their opinions. but instead of using this as a way to grow as a person, i hope to use this as a ( Read more... )

but don't take this as a "hey i'm back totally!" because right now.... i just need to... i don't know... talk? i miss you all. i miss my old life, or at least the part where i had all my friends all the time. now i don't know who's where or what's going on and who's close to me now.
i just wish it were all back...

i miss him...