Hey, just to let everyone know:
Terry Schiavo died.
Mitch Hedburg died.
Pope John Paul II died.

You heard it here first, folks.

My family is ignoring me. Don't know exactly why. Don't really care. They're not even making eye contact. Weird? Not really, not for them. It wouldn't be so bad if my family was just a few people. But since I'm an Irish Catholic, I have siblings coming out the wa-zooey ( Read more... )

School has started again ( Read more... )

This pretty much goes without saying ( Read more... )

New Year's. Oooooh. I did get to wear my Brunos and I did drink nice wine...too much of it. I threw up all over myself and blacked out for about three hours. Reaaaaaal classy. I did not have a date and did not get the kiss I was waiting for. Oh well, I'm finished with it. My libido is shot anyway. Looks like it's up to shoes and books again ( Read more... )

Back again, Americ-ugh! I really wish I could get excited about the holiday season. I wish I still believed in Santa Claus. I'm serious, I think that has a lot to do with my unhappiness. Anything was possible when he existed but when I found out about him it was like a cold bitch-slap across the face that said, "Nope! This is it, douche bag ( Read more... )

Heartache vs. Heartbreak. Which one is worse? Which one is more damaging to my being? Because I know the first one. I know the shit out of it. And it's fucking debilitating sometimes. Actually, all of the time. I missed my classes today. I missed them because my sadness had manifested itself into such a state that I threw up and cried all ( Read more... )

I have absolutely nothing to say that merits a post. I just want you all to know I'm alive. School is alright, work is alright, love life is ehhhhhhhh. As usual.I've been trying to write letters to people, because I like them better than posting on this thing. Kiernan, you're one of the people I've written a letter to. I'm going to post my ( Read more... )

As I was leaving the parking lot that features Quizno's Toasty Subs today, I witnessed an almost collision between a woman on a cell phone in a giant SUV and a trucker-hat wearing thug want-to-be in his pizimped out Celica (spoiler? of course). In the milisecond where no one was sure if they were going to hit or not, I thought to myself, "if this ( Read more... )

School has started up again. I hope no one speaks on their cell phone in my presence while I'm at Carroll....oh, wait, it's already happened 500 FUCKING TIMES ALREADY and it's only been two days ( Read more... )