Off to Argentina... feel free to holla at me so as I don't feel so lonesome down in South America:

cewoock@comcast.net

I will miss everyone [except for fucking Cooper... I hate that little asshole].

Wish me luck!

Well, kiddies. Here we are. Summer vacation. Sigh, rapture, rejoice. It took long enough to get here... perhaps it got lost along the way. Or maybe there was a hold up at the bus depot. But, as the relieved masses often murmer, 'Better late than never ( Read more... )

School is fucking unbelieveable. Even though it's pretty much over... Jesus Christ I can't stand it.
I'm dropping Pitch next year. Ms. Gates is a fucking bitch.... I mean, I really like writing and being with the journalism kids, but I can't stand her. Fucking Hell ( Read more... )

Hey kiddies. Sorry about those "Friends Only" posts... no more secrets after today! But from our trials we come out stronger than we went in. And life isn't so bad when you look at it. We will foozie along, confuddled and befused, but in the end we will stumble home. Ahhh, yes. Home ( Read more... )

An interesting weekend, to be sure. Though I missed out on prom, I found other forms of entertainment to keep me more or less amused. Friday and Saturday and half of Sunday went well. That said, it ended on a spectacularly bad note last night... much like last Monday, I was crippled with boredom. I think it's because I lead a very boring, very ( Read more... )

It's been a while. An update seemed imparitive ( Read more... )

Wow ( Read more... )

We're all used to me being introverted in these entries, yes? Cuz it's just more of the same...
( Heaping piles of bullshit galore! )

I feel like updating, though I haven't much to say. This past week or so has been tumultuous (hence the sappy, whining posts), but with everything that's made me question myself or left me shaken in any way there has been a very reliable support for me, whose patience I will repay at every opportunity I can ( Read more... )

It's agonizing how memory distorts fact, or just boldy lies to your face, or forgets. I can't remember who I was or what made me the asshole I am today. I have a home video of me, three years old maybe, running around with water ballons under a blinding sun, laughing. A moment later the scene changes. I am crying as my sister blows out her birthday ( Read more... )