"What if the world was a super hero?"
So this is what's shakin' right now.
I miss Rachel. I never thought I'd have to be without my best friend in high school, and it sucks.
Tennis is starting very very soon, which means soon I'll be quitting weed and cigarettes. To an extent. I also need to find my racquets (sp?), which I suspect Brandon still has.
Today I'm going over to play practice with Brianne to see if I can help out with sets and stuff.
I also have to pick up my sister in Waco at 3:20 PM, eastern time on February 25, this foul year of our Lord 2007.
Mrs. Thompson likes my poetry, scoff.
Last night was a crazy fun party and marks the second Saturday in a row that I have puked as a result of alcohol. I used to be a beast, but now it's like I'm moving backwards... instead of gaining tolerance I'm becoming a pussy. HAPPY BIRTHDAY HEATHER, too.
I finished reading Choke, which has replaced Invisible Monsters as my favorite Palahniuk book. Recently I have been asking myself a lot of really abstract questions concerning philosophy and reality and a wide range of other things, and this book fucked my head up so much more that it already was.
Maybe I'm frying my brain with all this weed, but to me I just keep getting closer to understanding myself and my life right now. This is why everytime anyone has seen me recently I've been stoned. To my friends who have become annoyed, I apologize. This will be ending sometime after next week. I think that this time I've spent driving around tripping out was way more that that, and in the big scheme of things in my future, I believe this will help me somehow. I'm not sure how yet though.
I'm also starved for affection currently. Hutter is around all the time trying, but I don't want to lead him on. Dating isn't something I want to be doing right now, and he's a very serious person.
On another note, I'm psyched for the phantom, not official yet, St. Patty's Day party. DO IT AUTUMN, DO IT!
Later...
I miss Rachel. I never thought I'd have to be without my best friend in high school, and it sucks.
Tennis is starting very very soon, which means soon I'll be quitting weed and cigarettes. To an extent. I also need to find my racquets (sp?), which I suspect Brandon still has.
Today I'm going over to play practice with Brianne to see if I can help out with sets and stuff.
I also have to pick up my sister in Waco at 3:20 PM, eastern time on February 25, this foul year of our Lord 2007.
Mrs. Thompson likes my poetry, scoff.
Last night was a crazy fun party and marks the second Saturday in a row that I have puked as a result of alcohol. I used to be a beast, but now it's like I'm moving backwards... instead of gaining tolerance I'm becoming a pussy. HAPPY BIRTHDAY HEATHER, too.
I finished reading Choke, which has replaced Invisible Monsters as my favorite Palahniuk book. Recently I have been asking myself a lot of really abstract questions concerning philosophy and reality and a wide range of other things, and this book fucked my head up so much more that it already was.
Maybe I'm frying my brain with all this weed, but to me I just keep getting closer to understanding myself and my life right now. This is why everytime anyone has seen me recently I've been stoned. To my friends who have become annoyed, I apologize. This will be ending sometime after next week. I think that this time I've spent driving around tripping out was way more that that, and in the big scheme of things in my future, I believe this will help me somehow. I'm not sure how yet though.
I'm also starved for affection currently. Hutter is around all the time trying, but I don't want to lead him on. Dating isn't something I want to be doing right now, and he's a very serious person.
On another note, I'm psyched for the phantom, not official yet, St. Patty's Day party. DO IT AUTUMN, DO IT!
Later...