I suppose a proper update is in order ( Read more... )

For some reason, I don't feel comfortable using the MySpace blog thing, so I decided to come try to snaz this thing up a bit. I think it's boredom. Who knows.

But, yeah. Hi everyone. Miss me?

Sorry for the lack up updates. I've become addicted to MySpace. It's a sickness.

http://www.myspace.com/evilpeaches

I think.

Yeah, it turns out I can only handle one obsession at a time.

I went to bed at 7:30 last night. It was insane.

Test today. Wish me luck!

I don't hate Hurricane Rita anymore. It gave me, like, a week off. I think that's bloody awesome.

I went to Bennigans today for some cheesecake. Got food, and was too full for cheesecake. Pissed me off.

Ok, so there's no substance to this entry.

Be good, kids.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

(That's church and black tar heroin)

I'm out of the LC. I just hope there's an LC for me to come back to when this is all said and done. Keith and I are at my grandma's house. Things are going quickly from hectic and scary to mind numbingly misserable and uneventful. The calm before the storm is unsettling. The sky is blue, the sun is out, and I suppose things would look cheerful to ( Read more... )

Fuck hurricanes. Fuck you Rita. Suck my dick, you stupid whorebag.

I don't know if anyone that reads this had her, but Mrs. Sanchez, from Creek (English 4 AP teacher) passed away last Saturday. There's a funeral at Jack Rowe funeral home this Wednesday at 4.

Damn. Last night sucked ass. Bad headache. Bad vibes from the rest of the world. Just, bad ( Read more... )

I feel deliriously happy.