Words o' the Bruiséd One...
Well humans, school is completed and you can regather your heightened spirits.
If you are perceptive, you would have pronounced bruised with two syllables. You disappoint me. Well this will be my lackluster tribute to the end of year, the most awful experience of my life. It's over. So many things went wrong, I don't even know where to begin. I don't blame myself for the thoughts I have/had; I'd just rather be dead right now. Do you really feel like you've been liberated? I can't tell you why I let go so quickly. But I'm sure you couldn't relate. Yeah. I'm still physically alive, or so they would like me to believe. The undead are restless when battle cries are smothered.
It's all about never stopping.
Speaking of the undead, I'm excited to see that there's another zombie movie coming this summer. 28 Days Later. Don't think I forgot about the Green Lakes pictures, keep checking back now and then. The website keeps crashing; I'll have to figure it out later. Anyway, I was flipping through my entries from exactly a year ago and things sure have changed. I seemed a lot happier last year at least. Jessica and I were just starting to hang out, having Subway picnics in the graveyard and being the crazy duo that we were. Bass was serving as some sort of outlet and I was even hopeful of getting a summer job. Awww look, I had a little crush on Katlin Eaton by the end of the year. I thought junior year would promise greatness, and I do suppose that occasional good times were had. I'm better now than I ever was. That's not the point though. A year has ellapsed and I'm not happy where I stand. I have no expectations this year. The enthusiasm is dead. I've evolved to fit my surroundings. I'm just angry now. Angry, miserable, depressed - My three core moods. But here is it, laid out for you... Summer of 2003. Make what you will of it. Enjoy yourself. Try doing things differently this time... I know I'll change things this summer, because I've fucking had it.
Temptation, desperation, and ease of one's mind.
-Lucifer
If you are perceptive, you would have pronounced bruised with two syllables. You disappoint me. Well this will be my lackluster tribute to the end of year, the most awful experience of my life. It's over. So many things went wrong, I don't even know where to begin. I don't blame myself for the thoughts I have/had; I'd just rather be dead right now. Do you really feel like you've been liberated? I can't tell you why I let go so quickly. But I'm sure you couldn't relate. Yeah. I'm still physically alive, or so they would like me to believe. The undead are restless when battle cries are smothered.
It's all about never stopping.
Speaking of the undead, I'm excited to see that there's another zombie movie coming this summer. 28 Days Later. Don't think I forgot about the Green Lakes pictures, keep checking back now and then. The website keeps crashing; I'll have to figure it out later. Anyway, I was flipping through my entries from exactly a year ago and things sure have changed. I seemed a lot happier last year at least. Jessica and I were just starting to hang out, having Subway picnics in the graveyard and being the crazy duo that we were. Bass was serving as some sort of outlet and I was even hopeful of getting a summer job. Awww look, I had a little crush on Katlin Eaton by the end of the year. I thought junior year would promise greatness, and I do suppose that occasional good times were had. I'm better now than I ever was. That's not the point though. A year has ellapsed and I'm not happy where I stand. I have no expectations this year. The enthusiasm is dead. I've evolved to fit my surroundings. I'm just angry now. Angry, miserable, depressed - My three core moods. But here is it, laid out for you... Summer of 2003. Make what you will of it. Enjoy yourself. Try doing things differently this time... I know I'll change things this summer, because I've fucking had it.
Temptation, desperation, and ease of one's mind.
-Lucifer