sending messages to each other via livejournal is almost as bad as texting each other in class.

yeah, camille and I are pretty lonely down here. At least we have our musical and our fat camp to look forward to.

FKU!!!! fat kids united!

hey Camille!

you smell like sex.

oh, and why don't you stop farting?

Ever been punched in the gut? That feeling hits you like a bag of bricks and you know...you just know that everything is not going to be ok ( Read more... )

I'm tired of not doing shit, but everybody I know keeps getting sick...and me, being the kind of person to want to help 'em...well, I keep getting sick. This time it's a coughing disease. Not as bad as tonsillitis, mind you, but still a pain in the ass when all I wanna do is drink and smoke and plunge into vice. And this sandwich is the driest (and ( Read more... )

Went to the reopening show last night...great bands, lots of energy, good times. Hung out with Sarah, mostly, because she's my lover. The boys from Flatfoot were a riot, (they're like bears, except Josh, who's more like a puppy who lives with bears), and every band, from the Wayward Boys to the Staggers, put on an amazing show. Also, I got to see ( Read more... )

I'm so proud right now I've got tears in my eyes. My little brother (2 years younger), whom I rarely speak to, let alone have meaningful conversations with, just told me how he respects and looks up to me for being such a strong person and that he'd always have my back. That's family. I knew he'd grow into an amazing individual, it's just ( Read more... )

Spring Break kicked off with a great day; just goes to show, I appreciate the little things in life. Music, for example. I was very excited to find that one of the vocalists in my favorite powerpop band of all time (The Incredible Kidda Band) had contacted me on Myspace to thank me for using a picture of their 7" "Everybody Knows" on my page. Well ( Read more... )

I thought this weekend might end up sucking, after being terribly ill all week and slowly gaining back enough strength to smoke. I mean, Camille took me to the E.R. on Wednesday night; they stuck me with a bunch of needles and told me I had tonsillitis, as hospitals do, and sent me on my way with some painkillers and a long-acting penicillin shot. ( Read more... )

METAPHYSICAL TIME IN WORDSWORTH’S THE SOLITARY REAPER ( Read more... )

Last night was a blast. Today was dismal. I lay in bed until 5:00 PM, wondering if I should get up and set my house on fire or just bite my pillow and fall asleep. I never woke up...I ran two stoplights and swerved onto the highway, neither thinking nor dreaming, just whistling. Sailors used to believe that it was bad luck to whistle on board a ( Read more... )