new journal: T Duality
if i weren't stupid i'd just delete this thing, but hey, you can't live without hope can ya?

Looks like it's about time for me to grow up and out, I think we'll all agree that it's well past time. You might want to try it someday too because, to be candid, eventually everyone is going to become as apathetic to your sad little life as I have.

Tonight was fucking fantastic. I showed off my magic tricks, even had a little routine going for Theresa, who i'm always excited to be with! I'm really happy to be a part of this whole monday nights thing right from the beginning, even if i've just got a small role. You people who were too douched out to come fucking missed the fuck out. Make ( Read more... )

It seems like such a good idea, but when she's around I find myself throwing those words out to sea.

I've been waiting since birth to find a love that would look and sound like a movie.

Other than the absentee, my night did not at all go as I thought it would. I'd been feeling really sick to my stomach all day, and I fell asleep when I got out of the shower; thus, I missed Amy's call. Ernie woke me up when he got off work and my stomach has been hurting so fucking bad that I want to die. I feel like I might throw up at any ( Read more... )

You can tell i'm an optimist by the fact that I always get excited on my first day of classes. My teachers seem good, the classes look like they will be enlightening, and I even met this sweet kid in my comp class that wants to be a producer/rapper. I will reserve any further prognostications. I was going to go make a tattoo appointment today, ( Read more... )

Went out to the Loop tonight totally last second...and it was fucking awesome. All i'll say is that I met a cute boy that i'm gonna see this coming friday.

Here's to another year of living the haunted lifestyle that i've become ever so accustomed to.

You won't be happy with me, but give me one more chance. You won't be happy anyway.

I moved into the Ballard street house with Ernie, Dustin, and Dave. Something is going to have to be done about Dustin's name because I keep thinking that i'm being talked to when I am, in fact, not being addressed at all. What was that Impossibles lyric? Something about being in a crowded room and feeling all alone?

I hope someday the feelings I have for you will completely sour and turn to hate, at least then i'd be free.