shojo

I just finished Ico. What a nice experience! It was like an interactive impressionist fresca.

Haha.. impressionist fresca.

Inignot: Our god is a god of vengeance. A god of hate.
Err: A god of action.
Inignot: Our god is an Indian who can turn into a wolf and...
Err: Dude, that's Wolfen.
Inignot: Yes, well Wolfen will come after you, with his razor.

Extending myself, being friendly, acting engaging, and all the other habits of a socially healthy member of our fair community are beginning to tire me.

I'm losing the energy to both try and care. In addition, waiting for someone to come to you is booth a gloomy and often-times uneventful situation.

I am in a bad mood. Lonely and discontent, which is not an uncommon...
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After years of abstaining from all forms of reality television (I even refuse to watch that terrible animated one on comedy central) my resolve has faltered.

I was too weak to resist the urge to watch five-...FIVE straight episodes of Battle for Ozzfest last night.

It's all so predictable. Watching Sharon Osbourne act dignified and holier-than-thou makes me want to wretch. You have all your...
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What makes a good day just that?

Why, a new Mary set of course.

I think I just committed academic suicide. Who the hell turns in their final essay to a teacher who has twenty-four hours left to live? Me, that's who. My philosophy teacher needs her spine restructured. That woman is a fucking genius, and it might all end for her tomorrow.

And I have the gall to e-mail her some piece of crap speculation on Immanuel Kant's...
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"Maybe it's a sign!" she breathes excitedly into her cellular phone.

I can imagine her chest heaving with excitement.

"Maybe God is sending you a sign!"

I try my best to sound indignant. Religion? Me? How dare you even suggest such an idea. But condescending to her is difficult. I am a fragile thing dangling between her fingertips.

I love LiveJournal. There, I said it. I love Livejournal.

omg today brad passed me a note in gemoatry (which im totally failing lol) it said "u r fat and you have aids".

i was like "WTF!???!" but he is right i am fat and nobody loves me

Mood: Depressed
Current Music: AFI-We Love To Cry So Very Much"

And then they always have comment...
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Contrived...

Lackadaisical...

You know the deal.

Oh my God, they killed Duncan Idaho.

You bastards.

If no love is, O God, what fele I so?
And if love is, what thing and which is he?
If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo?
If it be wikke, a wonder thynketh me,
When every torment and adversite
That cometh of hym may to me savory thinke,
For ay thrust I, the more that ich it drynke.

I'd love to spend...
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Yes, well, that was awful.

New York was, well, eh, I didn't see New York.

I find out the moment I arrive in JFK that my great uncle, who lived in Washington D.C., had recently passed away.

I spent the rest of the trip down there, hating everything for taking him away before I could see him one last time.

Everything blows.