just pass my window...she dances real slow
It's Thursday. As if you didn't know already. I got back from Michigan Tuesday night. I had a lot of fun...I think. I just wish I could get rid of these feelings of despair and confusion. I also wish that I could act on my impulses. I regret so many things that I just didn't have the guts to do. I'm such an idiot.
I'm such the procrastinator. I really need to start packing or I'll never get done in time. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind this is going to be a....trying...year. But I know that goes without saying no matter what I choose. I've got to stop letting everybody else make decisions for me. I'm never going to be happy if I don't. I've also got to start letting people know how I actually feel. Ha! Okae maybe not that last one.
"The gasoline hadn't exploded. He could see the rivulets running from the shattered tank, could see the gas that had splashed the walls and was seeping into the interior, could here the gurgling and smell the fumes. It hasn't exploded.
Damn, it wasn't fair. In the movies Kevin watched, a car went off a cliff and exploded in the air for no reason except the director's need for pyrotechnics. Here he'd just destroyed almost fifty thousand dollars of his father's livelihood, smashed four tons and a thousand gallons of gasoline into tinderbox of a school....and nothing! Not a goddamned spark."
Oh yes. Everybody should read "Summer of Night" by Dan Simmons. It's great.
Mr. Sandman...bring me a dream...make him the cutest I've ever seen
I'm such the procrastinator. I really need to start packing or I'll never get done in time. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind this is going to be a....trying...year. But I know that goes without saying no matter what I choose. I've got to stop letting everybody else make decisions for me. I'm never going to be happy if I don't. I've also got to start letting people know how I actually feel. Ha! Okae maybe not that last one.
"The gasoline hadn't exploded. He could see the rivulets running from the shattered tank, could see the gas that had splashed the walls and was seeping into the interior, could here the gurgling and smell the fumes. It hasn't exploded.
Damn, it wasn't fair. In the movies Kevin watched, a car went off a cliff and exploded in the air for no reason except the director's need for pyrotechnics. Here he'd just destroyed almost fifty thousand dollars of his father's livelihood, smashed four tons and a thousand gallons of gasoline into tinderbox of a school....and nothing! Not a goddamned spark."
Oh yes. Everybody should read "Summer of Night" by Dan Simmons. It's great.
Mr. Sandman...bring me a dream...make him the cutest I've ever seen