"Would I be this tan if I was racist?"

For a brief moment, in the back of Alison's car, I had this flash of well being and wonderfulness. It was rather quick, over before I realized it, and left me trying to remember what made me so incredibly happy. "Do you believe in magic" was on The Drive (it play 60's-80's music), the one from 1965, with one of my favorite musical lines ever- "but ( Read more... )

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I was bored with studying for class and took a break. This is what I thought of. With this depression, unlike most, I feel somewhat productive. Like maybe I can change things. Maybe it's just that I'm depressed because so many changes have happened, both good and bad. And how even when things change, they often repeat, come back later, go full ( Read more... )

I don't know if things are going to get better any time soon. I really don't. But I'm trying to be better, OK with things. So here's a happy post I posted in myspace, and now here. Maybe I'll be able to grab a ditigal camera sometime soon ( Read more... )

I've decided I'm far too depressing to write about anything pertaining to me life. So read on to learn about one of the most common STIs around ( Read more... )

no new developments on the emotional front. whenever i feel slightly stable, it can be ruined by the most awful, obscure thing.

i score quite high on scrabble tho.

do i want this?

yes. no. yes. nononono.

I'm worried about the fact that alison and charlie didn't come over last night. and i can't get a hold of alison.

oh well, what can you do?

i am so pro-alison. i've decided she is part of my "making myself happy" plan ( Read more... )

My mom told me if I'm worried about my feet (I have weird bruises now) I should go to Cook County.

I think I'd rather die.