hey I changed my journal again, because apparently I have a deeply rooted psychological fear of allowing people to get to know me too well. Thus I take on many different identities every short period of time to throw people off. Or I just thought "The_weary" sounded a little too whiny and emo for me.

Anyway, new whatever: Pen_at_hand

So, last night I was up until...now cleaning and reorganizing my closet and room and stuff. It started when Brian wanted to re-arrange his room, and then I realized that I couldn't open my own closet for fear of being squished. Time for a little cleanup. So I did. All night. And it was joyous, except there was nothing on television except some crap ( Read more... )

( Something I want you to know )

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( Quiz-sauce?! I definitely ordered these noodles with alfredo, mister. )

Yay, back to Florida to look for a real job. Yay, I'll be seventeen soon! Yay, another pointless year of school since I havent actually been told anything I didn't know since seventh fucking grade! Yay, one way plane ticket means secondary searching! Yay ( Read more... )

I don't know why, but something compelled me to come back to this place and write again. So here I sit. Things have been very odd over the past twenty-four hours. I'm not sad, I just feel like I'm totally missing something. I feel disconnected. I used to be on top of everything. I used to know exactly what was going on and exactly where I was going ( Read more... )

Fundamentals of Marketing, 101 ( Read more... )

(  This is an email to Dillon I sent earlier this morning, and I want you to know you are in no way obligated to read this, however it is here, if you would like to. )

( God Only Knows )