So, Thanksgiving is over. As callous as it sounds, I couldn't be happier to get everyone out of my house! And we have a shitload of leftovers, so life is at a fever pitch. Sadly, I've gotten myself tangled into a web of boring. I don't have anyone to hang out with. Even my brothers are too busy for me. And they wonder where emo kids come from ( Read more... )

What a productive weekend! Friday...I don't remember. I just recall killing my grade in math by basically failing the big test. Then the rest is a fucking blur. Saturday I worked and then went to Wedding Crashers with Jamie, Kerri, Andrew, and Cory. My brother wanted me to go drinking. Rob wanted me to go drinking. And yet, I stayed with mi amigos ( Read more... )

I got a magical letter today. It made me wanna cry. I thank the lovely sender for her care in this guy ( Read more... )

Friday: Vicki's party. I was less impressed than I wanted ot be, but it was okay, because I am not a good entertainer to perfect strangers...LIES! I was having the best time with Jamie's friend Mary. She is ridiculously fun! We hit Andrew's after and got some Schnapps, wherein I became worse with inebriation. The order that night...box wine, ( Read more... )

I want to scream in the pretentious little fuck's "WHO ARE YOU!? DO YOU KNOW YOU'RE FAKE YOU FAKE!?" Infuriating madness spawned by the tight and tought of the over paying, greased, physically false monstrosity that passes my path every few minutes, trying to make sure the intirety of the room sees his pathetic attempts at beating the norms of ( Read more... )

Flat surface devoid of scenery. A cartoonists page before the hand releases its marks and color swipes. A simple plate set out before before the feast of homeless peoples, the food arriving in massive aluminum pans, ready for the slopping. The white blankness of the unclaimed billboard by advertising devils. There is some purity in simplicity, ( Read more... )

Hilary is home!! Isn't that most exciting news you've heard since two hours ago when you woke up and realized you were who you were ( Read more... )

Ever get that feeling of utter pisses-off-ness that spawns for really no reason? Ya, me too. Been that way all day. I blame television and alcohol. But I can blame them for anything ( Read more... )

I think I want to listen to the Smashing Pumpkins, just to remind myself not only are they not Joy Division or My Bloody Valentine, but they're NOT trying to be, a la this fucking website I read where some pseudo music professor trounces every available band or musician, while not being one of his own. The man is a dipshit in some regards. And in ( Read more... )

You have no clue as to where I've been. No idea as to what I've seen. What I've said, what I've meant. The things I'm not proud of, the things that keep me awake at nite. You have no clue. The worst part is, of all those things you don't know, there's one thing you know that I'll never know. Who I am.