i can't say that i'm not sad to leave cameron park, actually i dont think its leaving cameron park that makes me sad, its leaving behind the people that i genuinly love and have built great friendships with. i still have to pack and get ready to leave tomorrow...it's on to san francisco........

today my father told me that he didnt give a fuck about me
and that he didnt give a fuck about my school
and that sunday will be the best day of his life because i'll be leaving for san francisco and he will get rid of me
all i can do is sit here and cry

so uh i got to the boardwalk late and apparently bear vs. shark was the very first band.....so i missed their set, which was really disapointing because thats who i went to see ( Read more... )

kazaa runs my life...is that sad??

i'm so sick so sick of myself

this is a poem a combination of a sentence broken up to form a rhythm you are a poem little pieces of my senses broken up to form an image

today has been really boring and above all things truly depressing.

To all the rats in the S&M dens
And the little mice that then
Have doing all the dirty work
To all the cowboys riding without guns
And running posse that the're mother fucking
Running from
Who was the one, who gave me
This vehicle, to hold my soul
Who turns the daytime into night at
Such a fast pace I can't decide

this morning between classes i was at borders just relaxing reading and drinking a smoothie and this little kid walked up to me and was like daddy, so i just kinda laughed cause it was funny, but the kid kept on coming back and calling me daddy, it was cute at first but after like the 50th time i wanted to be like get away from me you little

sometimes i wish that i lived where it snowed in the winter just to experience the true essence of a "white christmas" instead of this drizzley overcast northren california crap.