Driving in the rain past 1am, and everything is ok.
If we lose control and lose are lives,
it would be alright.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
the ones who get away.
it's funny to think,
everyone's life was just the result of someone else's orgasm.
everyone's life was just the result of someone else's orgasm.
Day Cannot Exist Without the Night
Contemplating in a "Men's Warehouse" dressing room:
"It's ending, and it's too late.
Once again I've taken no action, and have gotten nowhere.
Nothing risked, nothing gained.
But at least I have what you wrote in my yearbook.
How amusing that you know me better than most of the people
who call me friend. I never knew.
But I am optimistic about the future. This won't be the last.
And saying goodbye only means greeting something new.
New chances, maybe ones I won't waste.
There's still time."
*knock*
"Hey, are you ok? Do you need any help?"
"Um, yeah, it's fine. God..."
I'll miss this collective group of people more than anyone else.
"It's ending, and it's too late.
Once again I've taken no action, and have gotten nowhere.
Nothing risked, nothing gained.
But at least I have what you wrote in my yearbook.
How amusing that you know me better than most of the people
who call me friend. I never knew.
But I am optimistic about the future. This won't be the last.
And saying goodbye only means greeting something new.
New chances, maybe ones I won't waste.
There's still time."
*knock*
"Hey, are you ok? Do you need any help?"
"Um, yeah, it's fine. God..."
I'll miss this collective group of people more than anyone else.Wednesday, June 3, 2009
money counting.
i've been limping around dressed like a lunatic with crazy hair. this is okay though.
i'm being recommended for therapy based on my "extremely disturbing" report on the black dahlia. honestly, i'm not disturbed. it's not my fault if there's a length requirement of five pages, so i go into extreme detail as to how her body was cut up, just to fill up more space.
sitting at lunch today made me realize what next year is going to be like for me, and i can't decide if i care. i have a headache, and there's bruises on my knees.
i'm getting a little antsy because june 5 is rapidly approaching, and every year a piece of my soul is destroyed on june 5. and i sound like a fucking lunatic, but it's alright.
alright. alright.
my pokemon pillow case has "HO" written on it in purple sharpie, and i have no idea when that happened.
i'm coming to terms with the fact that i'm actually mentally ill. it's weird, because this brain is the only one i've ever known. it's normal for me. i'm sorry god.
kids are making fun of me in school again.
i'm being recommended for therapy based on my "extremely disturbing" report on the black dahlia. honestly, i'm not disturbed. it's not my fault if there's a length requirement of five pages, so i go into extreme detail as to how her body was cut up, just to fill up more space.
sitting at lunch today made me realize what next year is going to be like for me, and i can't decide if i care. i have a headache, and there's bruises on my knees.
i'm getting a little antsy because june 5 is rapidly approaching, and every year a piece of my soul is destroyed on june 5. and i sound like a fucking lunatic, but it's alright.
alright. alright.
my pokemon pillow case has "HO" written on it in purple sharpie, and i have no idea when that happened.
i'm coming to terms with the fact that i'm actually mentally ill. it's weird, because this brain is the only one i've ever known. it's normal for me. i'm sorry god.
kids are making fun of me in school again.
Welcome to Physics
I tore this out of the actual final this morning.
I'm having trouble writing about the end.
I thought of something in the dressing room of "Men's Warehouse" about how you can't have anything new without getting rid of the old.
But really I can't remember, and either the emotion of it all hasn't hit me yet, or my brain has been melted by SIMS 3!!!!!!!!!!!
BTW CASIMIR AND THAT SWEDISH TRIPLET TOTALLY MADE OUT! HAWT!
yeah... this is what I've been reduced to.
I wish I could communicate this strange feeling of loss. One that isn't sad... but still feels like something is gone.
I'll try again later when I'm not as stupid.
last lunch.
"you best have third lunch cauuuse idk what im gonna do. altho...i dont want to sit with your friends, no offense. i dont want to sit with mine either."
Sean Michael, 25 August 2008 at 10:14
Sean Michael, 25 August 2008 at 10:14
i'm so glad i sat with you at lunch this year. even if we were awkward and lonely.
...but now what do i do?
...but now what do i do?
Monday, June 1, 2009
monday.
1. FITNESS POLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2. screenprinting.
3. coco+casimir+genvieve = <3
in other news, some anonymous person sent me this, and i felt like replicating it here:
"He was going to be a boy. I never saw any pictures, but I swore he'd have red hair - just look at mine, copper as a new penny, and there was auburn stubble in his father's five o'clock shadow. Round face, large eyes, small nose. He'd be intelligent and articulate, and although he'd procrastinate on everything he'd have to do, he'd be responsible and clean. Innovative. Philosophical.
We were going to name him Dylan James. He was going to be beautiful."
2. screenprinting.
3. coco+casimir+genvieve = <3
in other news, some anonymous person sent me this, and i felt like replicating it here:
"He was going to be a boy. I never saw any pictures, but I swore he'd have red hair - just look at mine, copper as a new penny, and there was auburn stubble in his father's five o'clock shadow. Round face, large eyes, small nose. He'd be intelligent and articulate, and although he'd procrastinate on everything he'd have to do, he'd be responsible and clean. Innovative. Philosophical.
We were going to name him Dylan James. He was going to be beautiful."
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