Long time no see
I just spent like 2 hours looking through all my entries (i'm a slow reader). I've come to two realizations in that time: stirring up the past is depressing, and I had a much better vocabulary last year.
Well I've been officially addicted to cigarettes for several months now. I've stopped drinking and smoking pot completely. Britt and I are far past that puppy love thing now. I'm living with Andrew. School STILL sucks, hardest semester I've had yet. I don't have a job, which really sux. I'm 18 and I don't have a car, a liscence, a job or a diploma. Otherwise I'm pretty good. I have to talk to Britt about some things since reading all this crap conjured up some old memories and I need to find some clarity in some of the shit that went down.
Britt's working... neat huh? I feel like a bum. I'm visiting my mom this weekend.
Which reminds me about this dream I had a few nights ago:
Andrew gave me the keys to his car and said "Don't fuck up my car man... SERIOUSLY" and he was really shity about it. I went to my house and started playing a car game, and the car in the game was Andrew's. I was doing very poorly and crashing it into things and such. Everytime I hit something I would hear the effects of the wreck happening to his car outside and I was starting to freak out but I kept playing. Eventually the screen went black and the room got very dark. Thats when I started to levitate. I floated into my mother's room in darkness and started to scream "MOM, MOM, MOM." She was saying my name too but I couldn't hear her and she was just sitting on the bed looking at my while I floated in front of her. Andrew woke me up because I was actaully screaming mom while I was sleeping. It was some freaky shit. Needless to say the dream was really scary.
Yea so um... life is pretty mediocre right now and I don't know what else to say about something so bland.
Well I've been officially addicted to cigarettes for several months now. I've stopped drinking and smoking pot completely. Britt and I are far past that puppy love thing now. I'm living with Andrew. School STILL sucks, hardest semester I've had yet. I don't have a job, which really sux. I'm 18 and I don't have a car, a liscence, a job or a diploma. Otherwise I'm pretty good. I have to talk to Britt about some things since reading all this crap conjured up some old memories and I need to find some clarity in some of the shit that went down.
Britt's working... neat huh? I feel like a bum. I'm visiting my mom this weekend.
Which reminds me about this dream I had a few nights ago:
Andrew gave me the keys to his car and said "Don't fuck up my car man... SERIOUSLY" and he was really shity about it. I went to my house and started playing a car game, and the car in the game was Andrew's. I was doing very poorly and crashing it into things and such. Everytime I hit something I would hear the effects of the wreck happening to his car outside and I was starting to freak out but I kept playing. Eventually the screen went black and the room got very dark. Thats when I started to levitate. I floated into my mother's room in darkness and started to scream "MOM, MOM, MOM." She was saying my name too but I couldn't hear her and she was just sitting on the bed looking at my while I floated in front of her. Andrew woke me up because I was actaully screaming mom while I was sleeping. It was some freaky shit. Needless to say the dream was really scary.
Yea so um... life is pretty mediocre right now and I don't know what else to say about something so bland.