Oh dear. I am OFFICIALLY screwed. I had planned to get all my homework done, and get my book read, and do most of my AP paper, but of course I didn't plan on wrecking my car ( Read more... )

I'm sorry about my last entry, I try to keep the things that run from my mind to myself most of the time, but I had to write SOMETHING. Oh well. I'm alive to the best of my knowledge, so don't touch that dial. It's my personal space. I'll tell.

Today I will not rant. Today, a poem of sorts. To what I do not know, for what I am clueless. But presented nonetheless, words down as I think them ( Read more... )

Well well well. Nine thirty and here I sit with four essays to be done and a buttload of math to be accomplished. So, running a little bit early tonight. And I'm not sure why, but it feels like someone ripped out my eyes, attatched spikes to the backs of them, and shoved them back in my head. With superglue ( Read more... )

Die pre-calc, die. DIEEEE ( Read more... )

Finally I can just relax and enjoy life. The end of the six weeks means I'm no longer falling behind, and I don't have any afterschool activities to give me an excuse to get back there again ( Read more... )

Well, the weekend is going well so far. I got to spend time with Mysti today, and now I'm sitting here with the PB himself about to work on our Plungerboy cartoon. I think we can really make it not suck ( Read more... )

I'm terribly sorry about my previous entry. I passed out at a keyboard and woke up with a different set of pants on. Today was a wonderful day, except for the twenty-four hours of it that sucked. I don't mean to be so cynical. Today actually wasn't too bad of a day, I didn't fail my Pre-Calc, by God only knows how. At least seven I swear were full ( Read more... )

So again I approach the end of a day that desperately ending. And I think to myself why. Why do I get up everymorning to the same damned calling of my name by the ones who just won't die but live behind my eyes, down beneath my brain where the darkness always lies. And yet I do it all the same, never trying to leave the pain, letting ourselves be ( Read more... )

I think to myself, maybe I really shouldn't write things down. It's just fine for me to have psychotic thoughs, but written down is solid evidence in court. Oh well. Anyways ( Read more... )