cookies = boyfriend.
[ 2003-08-24 - 9:14 p.m.]

this weekend was so needed. i think i am going to wind up saying that at the end of each weekend i wind up getting away. sad story: i am a loser at school. i hate it. i dont think i really hate the school thing. i just hate that i can make friends every where else other than here.

but i should be fortunate to know i do, in fact, have some of the greatest friends in the history of friends. i am that lucky.

note: so in walks my roommate with one of her new friends. she is spending the night out. i am a fucking loser. i will probably be asleep in an hour. god i hate this.

this weekend was full of things that made me realize that we are, in fact, funny.

"what rhymes with two? fuck you."

champagne, frozen food, the ladies man, and girl talk helps the heart a lot. tuck everlasting can eat a bag of dicks. love doesnt exist. at least not in the world in which i exist. i am pathetic.

i felt like i belonged somewhere this weekend. then i came home and lost hope of many things.

i am lucky to have miss annelise and misses kristen. thank you for this much.

i dont even know if i want to try. maybe i am better off to just stay alone for. ever.

i tried to be hopeless and now i am. less of hope. i am not just saying it, either. one knows they have achieved this level of hopelessness when they begin to feel empty inside. youll feel it one day.

the jealous sound + every other band was fun fun. anxious arms made me smile. and i laughed a lot. when you see asian chance, its hard not to grin. and when there are men having convulsions in front of the stage. and when you hear the lines

"did i force your hands to move like mine? will the damage be too much? do you ever get enough? does the damage make you dangerous?"

and you turn around to see the same grin on your friend's face. these things make me smile.

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