I'm tired. I'm frustrated. I'm irritated. But more than anything else I'm sad. I am very, very sad.

I'm not going to put it all out right here. But if I feel like I need to talk to someone, I will.

Last weekend I went back to Vallejo. It was my first time back in over a month. I didn't realize how much I had missed everyone. I went back because Kris turned 18 and PJ had a homecoming game. On friday, I saw my dad at Kris' party. I started crying and then I felt retarded. But it felt nice seeing him ( Read more... )

Thank Allah that this fucking election is over.

I am so fucking sick of the whole Vote or Die campaign that it makes me not want to vote ever again.

Fuck P. Diddy, Yoko Ono, Xzibit and the nameless guy from Yellowcard for interrupting with a not so very important message.

IRRITATING.

V: o well ( Read more... )

I AM THE NUMBER ONE DOOR BITCH AT GUITAR CENTER!

Which means I get the most stops. Which means I'm the store narc.

I RULE WHORES!

This means that next month if I'm still #1 I can pick my own schedule and I get a mad crazy gift certificate to Best Buy.

FAAAAABBB-YOOUUUUU-LUSSS

I work today ( Read more... )

FROM NOW ON THIS LIVE JOURNAL IS FOR FRIENDS ONLY.

The day I got my job, Kris secretly drove all the way down from DVC to surprise me in the library.

That was the best day ever.

Oh, and I just bought the best polish sausage I've ever tasted. Never again will I talk crap about street vendors.

oooh an anonymous comment.

but they don't really hurt.

because that person's a pussy.

Here's the essay that I had to write for English. Basically all we had to do is write a letter to a friend telling htem how to do something ( Read more... )