Its been a really long time since I've done this.

I have no idea how it will turn out.

... but for once I'm not sure that I really care. I used to say that a lot, but this time I may mean it.

I have no idea what has gotten into me. Its strange... very, very strange.

Hope and I have a very interesting relationship.

In one regard, hope leads me to inaction... in another, action.

I'd elaborate, but you'd all think I'm cwayzee.

I now plan to end every entry with the "word" cwayzee.

cwayzee.

I'm probably just jealous. I tend to get that way, and the answer is always the same:

get over it. move on. wait for your time to come.

I can live with that.

"after all, what's wrong with second best?"

now I'll bury myself in my studies.

... but sleep first.

I'm going to be like everyone else and send angry messages via livejournal to highlight my immaturity:

you're such a fucking douche bag!

fuckin' asshole.

sonsa bitches.

not sure who I'm directing that towards... but be weary!

this is my grr face... grr

Days that don't involve communicating with Connie Oshana aren't really days at all.

Bitches be craaaazy!

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I almost forgot how much I love Chicago.

... and then I remember how much more I love my home.

tonight was the night I needed yesterday.

much, much better... me that is

i dont speak my mind as much as i should.

if i expressed my feelings more frequently, even more people would think im an asshole, but that something I think i can accept.