So I guess I gotta start this shit all over again. I may post from time to time, but I'll try to keep it on the low down.
- Mood:
apathetic
- Mood:
amused - Music:Money
I think I'm gonna need some other people's opinions on this one here.
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I just don't seem to sleep anymore.
How did I just fuck up my life so easily?
Why am I so stupid?
How did I just fuck up my life so easily?
Why am I so stupid?
I can't believe this, Halflife 2 finally came in the mail, but no, Dan can't play because the school has this nice firewall in place. It consists of blocking all ports, in which the really stupid program Steam needs to run. So, both school and Steam are the stupidest things ever made.
- Mood:
pissed off - Music:Pissed the fuck off
What the fuck do you want from me anyways!?
- Mood:
optimistic
I've found that I seem to say the exactly wrong thing when I open my mouth. Whatever I say it seems to be the most meaningless piece of shit or the exact word that triggers some one. Either people think I'm an asshole for what I say or that I sound like a complete idiot and no one ever takes me seriously again. A lot of people have asked me why I don't speak much, and it just seems pointless to say anything, I guess I prefer to think but never express my mind.
On a positive note, I think I may take a class in Florence and I'll hopefully go to London for spring break.
Think of me, then add the movie "Blow" and see if that acrtually equals something.
On a positive note, I think I may take a class in Florence and I'll hopefully go to London for spring break.
Think of me, then add the movie "Blow" and see if that acrtually equals something.
- Mood:
crappy
The play station has moved from best friend to lover this evening. Why? Well I ended up being pulled around by a girl like a dog on a leash. Bad idea. I finally realized that the leash doesn't exsist and walked back to my room. On the way back I had a interesting chat with my cool ass friend. Shane. He finally taught me that I don't need to take this shit from girls. That all I need to do is just show some balls and blow them off. I mean God, this kid is a hell of a lot better at giving philisophical and cynical advice than Jon ever was. Walking through New York at 4 in the morning in 30 degree wweather, you begin to realize what's up. How girls, the ones that you put forth effort to get with her, it's all going to end up meaningless. You just need to let it flow and it will happen on it's own. And girls in desperation are bad news. So I'll just sit here now, me and my bottle of rum and listen to the quite sounds of my computer hummig and just drift into probably one of the most peaceful sleeps I've had in a while. Did I mention I'm hungry?
- Mood:
accomplished
disappointed