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I've neglected you for far too long. I thought I had no use for you, and part of me still does. The only reason I have you is to read up on other people's lives. I hope you dont mind. But today is different.
I'm gonna write something meaningful.
Ok, so what to saaay. School has started. My semester will be comprised mostly of English work, but that doesn't bother me in the least bit. So far, my creative writing class is my favorite, but all my classes are great.
Unfortunately, I got a huge reminder of how much I need to get out of that hellhole called RCC. David Bretto is in my Geography class, that was weird and awkward for me, AND Alex Queen is in my World Religions class. Who knew! These kids that I raised with my breasts are catching up and are in the same class as me. Not only does it make me feel old, but it makes me realize I need to get out. Quick.
Anyway, I've been having a lot of violent thoughts lately, which are mostly reflected in my writing. I'm not gonna go out and stab someone or anything, but these thoughts have been getting worse and worse. I guess I must visit Dr. Brandon again, he'll know what's up.
A large factor in this has to be The Black Dahlia Murder. I've been listening to them a lot recently and have come to the conclusion that Trevor Strnad is my favorite metal lyricist. His lyrics are so beautifully written, yet brutal and supernatrual, and so powerful. Reading them just makes me want to be a mutant/werewolf/zombie. So good.
Alright, I gotta work.
I'm gonna write something meaningful.
Ok, so what to saaay. School has started. My semester will be comprised mostly of English work, but that doesn't bother me in the least bit. So far, my creative writing class is my favorite, but all my classes are great.
Unfortunately, I got a huge reminder of how much I need to get out of that hellhole called RCC. David Bretto is in my Geography class, that was weird and awkward for me, AND Alex Queen is in my World Religions class. Who knew! These kids that I raised with my breasts are catching up and are in the same class as me. Not only does it make me feel old, but it makes me realize I need to get out. Quick.
Anyway, I've been having a lot of violent thoughts lately, which are mostly reflected in my writing. I'm not gonna go out and stab someone or anything, but these thoughts have been getting worse and worse. I guess I must visit Dr. Brandon again, he'll know what's up.
A large factor in this has to be The Black Dahlia Murder. I've been listening to them a lot recently and have come to the conclusion that Trevor Strnad is my favorite metal lyricist. His lyrics are so beautifully written, yet brutal and supernatrual, and so powerful. Reading them just makes me want to be a mutant/werewolf/zombie. So good.
Alright, I gotta work.