i am happy, i am sad.
i feel loved, yet lonely.
i feel tired; yet alert, as if something new and exciting and totally unexpected could happen at any second--but it's not going to.
i forget what they call this feeling.
school tomorrow. damn you. the weekend went by in a matter of hours.
i have an english assigment to write about a problem, and said problem's solution. dammit. i believe i shall write an epic poem.
yes.
i keep forgetting to apply for a job. suck.
prom=at the top of the totem pole--but not the ladder of priority--because it's out of sight(mind) and hard to reach. grasp. whatever.
a lot of the time i find it hard to be my own person. trying to say something original is not as easy as it sounds.
fuck, my speakers are broken.
You scored as Keith Moon.
Keith Moon
92%
Pete Townshend
67%
Roger Daltrey
50%
John Entwistle
50%
Which member of the Who are you???created with
QuizFarm.com i am extraordinarily fed up with small talk and idle chit chat. i couldn't start/maintain a scintillating conversation to save my life. it sucks nuts. but maybe that's just part of me.
or something.
your name appears on my buddy list
and i get a rush of hope and i pray
that all that once was wished
could come true this day
what the fuck is that garbage? don't know.
in the words of Mark Cohen: "That's poetic..that's pathetic."
i am sad.
i love it when things start showing at least some potential of looking up.
bye.
okay.