election day

i like my bike because it makes me feel solid

petting kitties produces static electricity in my vital organs

i'm afraid of peeling adhesive backing off of stickers, because i feel like they are forever, and once i stick them somewhere, i can never use them in another place. that feeling is overwhelming.

my life is a meatgrinder and that is why i never want to get out of bed

i have bones in my bones in my bones

planners are useful for time management it seems

only I can claim that Stonewall Jackson was a feminist, without being questioned.

one day i will turn off my toes

fat bitch

why is it that if you're fat, people usually only mention that you're fat if you're mean?
like if you have a fat friend and they're nice, you're (usually) not going to say "oh, my fat friend..." You want to be nice about it and not be down on their weight.

but if they're mean, it's not uncommon to refer to them as "that fat bitch"

just sayin'

i have ceased living

routine.
routine.
routine.
routine.

alarm goes off at 6:15am
press snooze 3 times, get up at 6:30.

stagger to the shower.
step out at 6:40.

put on clothes while eating some bland breakfast food
i.e. kashi cereal
plain bagel
toast
(they're all i have. i never complain)
finish at 7:00

pack for the day
scrounge for lunch money or whatever
wait for Geneva
walk to school at 7:20am

7:45am-1:05pm
fall asleep successfully in every class during the school day
think about how much i want a cigarette
think about how much i want to die at the moment
think about what i'm going to eat when i get home
think about everything but what i'm supposed to...

1:30pm
come home
smoke
eat
do homework
smoke

3:15pm
sit quietly
go on the computer

6:00pm
study
eat dinner
study or write

11:00pm
go to sleep

lions and tigers

the first additions to my new walls. thank you, dollartree!
i call my walls new because i took down everything that previously adorned them.
my dad is mad that i took down john lennon. fck jhn lnnn

so now the majority of my walls are bare
and it makes me feel alone
like i'm in a new apartment that still smells like meth fumes.

so far, this is my favorite addition to the new walls.

boo boo

today i was cutting a bagel for breakfast with a very large knife. and i sliced my finger,

"ouch"

so then i went to emergency.

and i got it repaired via medical superglue.

it is small yet very deep and i cannot feel my left pointer finger. geneva says that it won't matter if i have nerve damage in my finger because i won't need feeling for anything in particular in that area.

THANX geneva for not caring if i have permanent neurological DAMAGE

TAKE A LOOK!!!

dying dogs

i am a human being.

i do not wish to brag about the things that i can do.

i try to eat breakfast daily.

i don't want to be like you, whoever you are.

Last night I had a dream. From what I remember, it was me, Gianni, Geneva, and some random boy with blonde hair (RT?) going around other people's back yards for a zoo exhibit that we had heard of from somebody. We were looking over back fences to take a gander at all of the animals, but all I saw were dead dogs. Dead/dying/decomposing. Their skin was rotting and bloody. They were dead. 

But they weren't so dead when there came hoards of children running and screaming toward the animals, excited to play with them. We watched them commence playing with the bodies until the dogs came to life. So the dogs were zombie dogs, they still had wounds and were basically falling apart with visible bones and innards hanging here and there. But those dogs were so excited to see people. People that wanted to play with them. People that were kind and were not reluctant to interact with them, just because they were presumably "disgusting".

This dream didn't scare me, it wasn't a nightmare. But after thinking about it all day I get a little bit of insight, if I have gotten the idea that I was supposed to out of it.

this week

i'm happy

friday

its good.

this gets explicit...

school & online sluts

will be a big day, because TOMORROW

is the first day of school.

that means today is the last day of summer, what a sad day it is.

and i didn't even have as much fun as i thought i would...

but what can you do?

me, maddy, and jordan were watching true life after maddy got home from a PAP SMEAR

i said it.

anyway, we were watching the one on people who have internet lives, and how a couple of those girls (who aren't really lookers to be honest) just talk dirty with guys in chat rooms and one of them pays her rent through her creepy webcam site. and shes still in highschool. the other one is like 800 pounds.

so that just got me to think, and i have realized that one can never get out of the house enough... so you dont get some strange social anxiety disorder. that is all.

lately

ANXIETY !

kicking the habit

self control

lack there of

but really it's alright

i made up for my irresponsibilty

if not, there will always be a tomorrow.

a failed marriage

so i found a copy of this stupid piece of shit in my living room. it was evident that my parents had the intention of reading it, or already had.

most of you don't know my parents but those who do know that they are bland. bland "az fucc". and it has come to my attention, that within the last year they go to costco together, and consider it a date. when they go to costco, they are there (in all seriousness) for at least 4 hours. i always say that i never plan to get married, and this has totally confirmed my decision.

marriage will result in nothing but excruciating monotony, resulting in an obsession with costco, and reading about it for fun.

let's observe

Anatomy of Gerrath McDaniel

This picture has been up for debate ever since he reluctantly posted it on his myspace. I have a feeling he put it up because a girl thought he was cute in it and wanted to own him using cute comments. But im just guessing.

Notice the closed eyes. This is the feature that causes me to believe that he was not willing to take the picture. 

The posed camera can be interpreted as a sort of metaphorical sheild against the photographer, but at the same time casually displays his interests, in this case photography.

Curving his hips make him look more feminine, a secret goal of many male hipsters of Gerrath's age and size.

Notice the pin on his man bag. This also shows that he has individuality even though there is no room for it if you're wearing a millikan link crew shirt and a faggy ID card.

Now we all know that straight legged jeans are so not in. This item in his outfit along with the pose tie together the whole casually-posing-as-an-abercrombie-model look, without completely blowing his cover.