hello.... -.-

Aug 03, 2005 01:07

well, i finally rejistered for my ID and my classes at Citrus, i start in about 2 weeks, 8/15. beginners painting and mathamatics fundamentals, and i'm also gonna try to get a college reading class in there. well, how are all you fuckers? my comp works now, but the net doesnt its fucking driving me insane. i actually kinda miss talking to you some of you online. so i'm using my mom's laptop, but it doesnt have AIM.
i'm depressed again. i get that way when i'm bored at night. same old reason, nothing's changed. i'm a little more bitter now. i'm just kinda not focusing on how alone i feel all the time. put and alcohol kinda numbs the pain. though being numb isnt good. oh, well. i have 2 weeks till skool starts and i have to worry about a job and shit, i may just work at Citrus, so i'm gonna enjoy these 2 fucking weeks. me and my mom are gonna take a trip up the coast for like 3 days. wow, 3 days without a sig, meh, as long as i have my cds, lol. it should be prety fun. we are just gonna drive with no real destination, just stopping when we see something cool, thats my kinda trip. hehe.
i saw The Devil's Rejects yesterday, i loved it, hehe, there are no good guys its fucking awsome. i love the ending, they go out with a bang. hehe. i dont care what anyone says, its great.
i'm cold, the air is on and a fan is on. my feet are cold, but i dont wanna put on socks, they are all the way over there and i'm right now here, oh well.
i'm so bored and sad. haha, i'm listening to Dashboard, dont laugh, fuck off, i like the song Hands Down. lol. funny, i know, but meh. music is music.
i think i'll listening to Kittie in a bit, i wanna hear Paper Doll.
i'm dancing in the dark as i sing to myself, how fucking sad is that.
dancing dancing dancing in the fucking darkness of my cold room that isnt a room
this song is really romantic, i love it, lol
i'm such a hopeless fucking romantic, wonderful huh
keyword there
HOPELESS...........................

~No~One~fucking~special~
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