So I'm on a random island at the top of Florida. It's strange. There are some nice popel here and some annoying ones. My favorites of the group didn't show up, though, youth wise. Except Natalie is a doll ( Read more... )

If anyone's interested, we're having a movie night at Amanda's house tonight at 8. Call me if you want to come...493.0891.

It's Sunday and I'm bored stiff so I'm going down to the Coffee Shop to see what I see. Andy and I might play some chess or something but really I'm just bored out of my mind and need to get out of this house. Anyone out there is welcome to come make my day a little bit brighter with their shining face. Megan? I tried to call you, where are you? ( Read more... )

Turnitin.com is trying to kill me. It says the due date was already passed. 11:59 apparently is the cut off. How dare mr. farrell say we could turn it in as late as 8 in the morning! I am outraged!
Please God don't let this be the end of me. I thought my death would be a little less pathetic...

There is a very unhappy looking boy in front of me. I'm in the library and Miss Daniel is telling him to pick a six to eight password for his computer log in. He must have just moved here. I can't imagine how hard that must be to move at the end of the school year especially ( Read more... )

It's probably 70 degrees outside and I'm willing to bet it's about 55 in here. So on a warm spring day I settle down in a psu sweatshirt and blanket to describe the latest hellish events in my life ( Read more... )

Agh. I hate my life. Why can't I be talented and be given the opportunity to pretend to be someone else every night and go through their problems and feel like a real person with real problems that you can put your finger on...and sing about until you lose all the breath you have. My problems are just passe and self imposed. I just suck at life ( Read more... )

that subject has nothing to do with any bitterness, I've just had that song stuck in my head since I heard it in peace two days ago. God Almighty I forgot how much I love the Beatles ( Read more... )

I feel like I'm letting people down. Particularly myself and Mr. Burns. I'm just not good enough. I haven't written an exceptional essay in months, when they used to all be rather good, at least in other people's eyes which is really what counts since my perspective of myself is skrewy. I just don't feel good about myself at all lately. I mean I ( Read more... )

that title has absolutely nothing to do with anything. it just happened to be what stevo was saying at the moment ( Read more... )