Didn't get around to doing any of it. Now, prepare for long and boring self examination. Leave now or pretend to care!
<emo>
Now then. I have two choices right now. Stay up and be uber wrecked tomorrow, or go to bed and feel groggy all day again. I need to go class (at least calc, fuck lisa fan) then work, then hopefully SG funtimes.
"Way, way back in the nineteen eighties!"
Can't get that song out of my head. It brings up the question: Can I make it if I try?
Existential, no?
"Alcohol, alterative to feeling like yourself"
Which for no reason reminds of Kim, which reminds me of Sarah N., which reminds of all the other Sarahs, all of whom have decided to line up and kick me in the nuts lately. God, what is it about the name Sarah? Why does it haunt me so? Forgetting the fact that it is the second most popular female name in North America, why? Between girls named Sarah, and the whole brown hair framing brown eyes thing, and god help me both combined I know there must be a safe place to stand.
My family can blow me.
School can blow me too, though in a much fancier motel because of the cost dear god the cost! Where in the seven levels of Bob's underpants am I going to come up with the money? So very, very broke.
I'm so tired of the bull and the lies and the fighting and the pretending. "Tried to save myself, but my self keeps slipping away", or even "Even after I'm dead and buried, I'll still remember". Forget making it to the end of the year, I'm trying to make to the end of the goddamn week.
It's all fine and dandy to talk about how sad you are, but remember, you're the one who left AND you're the one who is wanted by pretty much everyone of the opposite sex.
That right there goes out to all the former special someones who have been popping out of the woodwork to trying and drag me back into the cracks.
Also, I feel like a dumbass because I just tried to listen to Tool and there is none on my laptop. On my mp3 player yes, laptop no. And it doesn't let you upload, so I have to redownload it. Garg.
More random thoughts: I like Captain Crunch. tensix is to not speak of the incident. Don't you just hate pants? I love the part where Gandhi is just floating down the highway on nothing. And the film Joan does, where that guy is like "Aaaaaaahhh! A-boo-boo-boo." Bleach is sweet, and my theory was partly right. but the sides! Good god! Talk about twists! I still want more Love Hina, as I am only up to like vol. 6.
My life is cliffhanger endings.
I wonder how many lines an entry can fit? Oh well. If you're still with me, congrats, you get a free eCookie.
"Do you realize? That you have the most beautiful face..."
I miss Star. Awwwww, muffin.
Freezepop rocks my socks. Squarepusher too. "So dance, you machines!"
A friend of mine keeps asking why I don't ask Sparky or Janetplanet out, and I come to understand that it's because I don't see it ever working out, as I will ruin them. That's what happens, doesn't it? I can't be a part of anything pure, because I wreck it. It's just the way it goes.
Also, my eyes are blue damnit. My pictures just lie.
I say also alot. "Sentence fragment. Sentence fragment is also a sentence fragment. Error! Error!"
I miss freq and amplitude. Those games pwn'd.
I'm trapped in a lie not of my making, and now I get to wade out the ever growing swamp and possibly destroy who I am to end the tyranny I have been living with this whole time.
</emo>
To sum up, "Right in the bum!!!"
dB
P.S. I'm the nerdiest nerd who ever did nerd. Don't argue with me. I took my laptop and my gamecube, hooked them together, and played SCII and Smash Bros. in my uni. I win.
<emo>
Now then. I have two choices right now. Stay up and be uber wrecked tomorrow, or go to bed and feel groggy all day again. I need to go class (at least calc, fuck lisa fan) then work, then hopefully SG funtimes.
"Way, way back in the nineteen eighties!"
Can't get that song out of my head. It brings up the question: Can I make it if I try?
Existential, no?
"Alcohol, alterative to feeling like yourself"
Which for no reason reminds of Kim, which reminds me of Sarah N., which reminds of all the other Sarahs, all of whom have decided to line up and kick me in the nuts lately. God, what is it about the name Sarah? Why does it haunt me so? Forgetting the fact that it is the second most popular female name in North America, why? Between girls named Sarah, and the whole brown hair framing brown eyes thing, and god help me both combined I know there must be a safe place to stand.
My family can blow me.
School can blow me too, though in a much fancier motel because of the cost dear god the cost! Where in the seven levels of Bob's underpants am I going to come up with the money? So very, very broke.
I'm so tired of the bull and the lies and the fighting and the pretending. "Tried to save myself, but my self keeps slipping away", or even "Even after I'm dead and buried, I'll still remember". Forget making it to the end of the year, I'm trying to make to the end of the goddamn week.
It's all fine and dandy to talk about how sad you are, but remember, you're the one who left AND you're the one who is wanted by pretty much everyone of the opposite sex.
That right there goes out to all the former special someones who have been popping out of the woodwork to trying and drag me back into the cracks.
Also, I feel like a dumbass because I just tried to listen to Tool and there is none on my laptop. On my mp3 player yes, laptop no. And it doesn't let you upload, so I have to redownload it. Garg.
More random thoughts: I like Captain Crunch. tensix is to not speak of the incident. Don't you just hate pants? I love the part where Gandhi is just floating down the highway on nothing. And the film Joan does, where that guy is like "Aaaaaaahhh! A-boo-boo-boo." Bleach is sweet, and my theory was partly right. but the sides! Good god! Talk about twists! I still want more Love Hina, as I am only up to like vol. 6.
My life is cliffhanger endings.
I wonder how many lines an entry can fit? Oh well. If you're still with me, congrats, you get a free eCookie.
"Do you realize? That you have the most beautiful face..."
I miss Star. Awwwww, muffin.
Freezepop rocks my socks. Squarepusher too. "So dance, you machines!"
A friend of mine keeps asking why I don't ask Sparky or Janetplanet out, and I come to understand that it's because I don't see it ever working out, as I will ruin them. That's what happens, doesn't it? I can't be a part of anything pure, because I wreck it. It's just the way it goes.
Also, my eyes are blue damnit. My pictures just lie.
I say also alot. "Sentence fragment. Sentence fragment is also a sentence fragment. Error! Error!"
I miss freq and amplitude. Those games pwn'd.
I'm trapped in a lie not of my making, and now I get to wade out the ever growing swamp and possibly destroy who I am to end the tyranny I have been living with this whole time.
</emo>
To sum up, "Right in the bum!!!"
dB
P.S. I'm the nerdiest nerd who ever did nerd. Don't argue with me. I took my laptop and my gamecube, hooked them together, and played SCII and Smash Bros. in my uni. I win.
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and that's only a part of the to do list. the rest of it will likely hang out and not get done...ever...