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Sin City=great movie.
We looked fucking retarded at the theatres, though...me, a weird as 21-year-old ghetto kid, a skater-y 22-year-old who constantly has a cigarette in his hand, and a short, very skinny blonde girl who giggles a lot.
This Holocaust essay thing is over my head. I'm trying to work on it, and its just not happening. Whatever. Not caring.
Last night I went to Jake's, and for the first time in fucking forever, it was just me, him, and Joe at the apartment. (Amber the ho moved out...finally.) Jake has an amazing laptop with amazing internet connections, so I spent the whole night downloading songs, since it only takes like thirty seconds to download one...literally. God damn Joe kept trying to get me high off contact. And then me and him ate an entire large pizza by ourselves.
I've decided that the only thing that is going to make me happy is completly cutting off all contacts with certain people. Because it seems like I'm going through these stages of grief, like someone died or something. But no one died. Except the Pope.
Maybe I'm way to pensive for my own good, but I can't help but wonder if the people on the other side of this are greiving as well. Probably not.
I had four donuts this morning for breakfast.
I heart diets.
We looked fucking retarded at the theatres, though...me, a weird as 21-year-old ghetto kid, a skater-y 22-year-old who constantly has a cigarette in his hand, and a short, very skinny blonde girl who giggles a lot.
This Holocaust essay thing is over my head. I'm trying to work on it, and its just not happening. Whatever. Not caring.
Last night I went to Jake's, and for the first time in fucking forever, it was just me, him, and Joe at the apartment. (Amber the ho moved out...finally.) Jake has an amazing laptop with amazing internet connections, so I spent the whole night downloading songs, since it only takes like thirty seconds to download one...literally. God damn Joe kept trying to get me high off contact. And then me and him ate an entire large pizza by ourselves.
I've decided that the only thing that is going to make me happy is completly cutting off all contacts with certain people. Because it seems like I'm going through these stages of grief, like someone died or something. But no one died. Except the Pope.
Maybe I'm way to pensive for my own good, but I can't help but wonder if the people on the other side of this are greiving as well. Probably not.
I had four donuts this morning for breakfast.
I heart diets.