after a quick skim through the merky pages of my memory it has occured to me that, 1) i have made no improvments in spelling and 2) i haven't put an lj entry up in months. so today things change, now i will give you an lj post so amazing (at least poorly misspelled) entry, you wont be able to belive it. but i must move on, i think i just wore out ( Read more... )

so for once in my life i noticed a spelling error with my own very eyes, and disreagard the billions of errors that may be part of this entry (but now saying this i invoke the law of perodoxes, and there will be surprisingly few errors in this entry) but my correction ( Read more... )

Writing in your live journal is like talking to a friend you don’t see that often, when you first meet each other you call and chat somewhat often. Then as time goes by life picks up, and you don’t have as much time to call as you used to, you still know the other person is there to talk to, and you might call them once or twice. But then you loose ( Read more... )

it has come to my attention that due to lack of posting, no one has been reading my lj ( Read more... )

sorry for the long break between entries, school has picked up, and ironicaly- only due to a Core essay, am i able to make this post ( Read more... )

I wonder what happens when we do reach the end ( Read more... )

i was thinking (dont ask why) but i came up with this question:

is a positive or negative thing to be stranded on a lifeboat with a bunch of anarexic girls?

i mean, they wont eat you (unless they are balemic)

but more importatntly they arnt a very good sorce of food

Cast your vote now

so its 12:35 am, the latestet i have stayed up in about 8 weeks (yes, i know, anyone worth their own salt can stay up past twelleve, but i am hard underpaid overworked child labor.) so i spend these wee hours of the night waiting for the first ghost of christmas, and i decide, hey mabey i should check on my live journal...jesus i have a lot to ( Read more... )

all quite on the western front

boy does work keep me busy

Where have I ended up? I have spend so much of my life learning to be me, and now I have no where to be me, and I cant tell anymore who I am. I’m not that cool guy at the party that everyone flocks to. I’m not the guy telling playing his guitar on the street. I’m not the person standing in the dark waiting to be seen. I have been seen, and I have ( Read more... )