someone dropped a bomb on me. well, near me, to be more precise ( Read more... )

well, an entry worth writing, i think. i might get killed or something to that effect, if ever the subject of this update realizes that i have made public this delicate information. or maybe, im just writing this so if you ever do happen to find out who im talking about, you'll literally laugh out loud with me. and her, eventually ( Read more... )

happy new year everyone. my first year2005 entry. may it not be the last.

okay, shit. i can't seem to write long entries. let's go watch sin city!

five 325 mg of ibuprofen, yet still in unbelievable pain. i'd rather have a bruise, or a broken bone, or whatever. i can't function right now. didn't go to classes. im feeling like im gonna cry.

this entry is dedicated to the me who wants to postpone studying for my midterms.

first of all, i should be gluing some models.
second of all, i have absolutely nothing to write about right now.
and most importantly, this entry is totally pointless.

so, there. wish me luck.

let me restate the overly stated obvious. traffic in LA is always some forty-five minute, 5 mph, smog congested drive somewhere five miles away. specially in the morning on the 110 south. and it doesn't help any more that all these fine drivers woke up at the crack of dawn usually on the wrong side. i hate the ones that don't let you change lanes, ( Read more... )

i was stuck at church around ten thirty. everyone had left, and i was working in one of the far off bungalows. it comes time to leave, and i realize that i need to turn off the lights and lock up. then i need to walk through this very long dark dark dark hallway to get to the parking lot. haha. i was so freakin scared. i think i was actually going ( Read more... )

so, they're gone. my parents left this morning for some wanna-be grand canyon place i never even knew existed. my mom will probably sleep the whole bus ride, and my dad will probably lose some many hundred bucks at the slot machine. im sad. oh, so many things to do, yet so little precious time. total freedom sometimes equals total agony ( Read more... )

every time i read ad busters. man, i want to put my fist through the wall. good stuff. but...reality hits home and, yeah. that deeply pisses me off. it's happier to be naive. i guess.

that's right. 168 hours, seven days, one week left. im already starting to miss people. poop.