I wonder, if I went about my normal life, and didn't talk to people when I didn't have to, how many times my phone would ring.

Not many. I have very few friends. That wasn't always the case.

I joined OKCupid.com.

We'll see how that goes.

After reading a webcomic, I'm reminded of a dream I had in high school. It's the type of event that you remember less frequently as time goes on, but by no means do you move towards forgetting it forever. This brand is modified, however, for the dream. It was pushed out of my mind intentionally, as it might drive me mad ( Read more... )

I can't believe Comedy Central, of all people, would fuck that up. I'll just buy the DVDs, it'll be better that way.

I need a smart girl. Chemistry-smart is ideal, but at least one who has interest in what I spend over half my day doing. And clever and witty and so on.

It's over. I guess things will be OK. I'm OK. But I'm a little not OK because I'm OK. I'll never laugh at the "blue for being blue" joke again. (I will)

I wonder what personality type I have. I'm not sure I've met anyone else who gets mad the way I do. I kinda wish I did, so it wasn't just me.

How am I gonna do this? I don't know what's worse; that I have to do it, or that I don't feel that bad for having to.

I thought I was a good person. I prided myself on being a good person. I tried not to say it a lot, but I did think it.

I can't be a bad person. If I am...I dunno.

How does a man subtly hint that he wants his girlfriend to lose some weight?

Spring...break. Woo.

Like I needed this shit to happen now.

I'm fucking Marco from "Animorphs". That's who I fucking am. Great.

School's alright. Busy.

Not so busy that I don't have time, though.

Everyone else keeps up.

Friends don't do this.

This FUCKING hurts.

Wounds don't heal well when ignored. They don't heal well when they're in harsh environments, too.

It was like I did all the bending. Not anymore.