everyday life gets weirder by the second. i have a sudden inexplicable urge to dreadlock my hair, wear every flannel shirt i own, and go out on a quest to find drew in montana. that and find my green canvas bag. my sock drawer is getting lonely.

i used to look forward to weekends as opportunites for enjoyment; now they're just vanishing points. i'm not even my own vanishing point anymore. this does not make me special, nor would i want it to ( Read more... )

In olden days a glimpse of stocking ( Read more... )

i want to know the exact dimensions of hell.

note to self: sylvia plath is best read outside on rainy days while coughing excessively and contracting other flu-like symptoms.even more i find other people's happiness reassuring, once any remote hint of my own personal contentment has gone by the wayside. i'm suddenly missing everyone i've ever met, even if i still talk to them. especially ( Read more... )

[i didnt drop out. so much went down last week though. it was sort of an exercise in delinquency. i didnt appreciate it, but thats to be expected. i'm staying in school for the sole reason of getting into a fine arts college. my parents wouldnt help pay for it if i dropped out and got my g.e.d. end of story ( Read more... )

this morning i went up to bellaire high school. i couldnt find my bus pass, but i scraped together a dollar in change and eventually got there. i arrived at the end of second period and hung out in mr georgandis' room, where he was showing dead poets society. we chatted, i left, and saw everyone out by the tree during lunch. then i spent the ( Read more... )

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droppin' out of highschool, droppin' out of highschool, droppin' out of highschool, hey hey hey hey...

::shoots self in foot many times over::

probably getting kicked out of the house soon. things have never been so swell.

this afternoon reminded me of something important, but i think ive forgotten it already. oh well.