The majority of the people living in this country can go fuck themselves.
I'm so sick of people.
especially people that make it a habit to misunderstand everything that comes from your mouth.
Motherfuckers.
I'm so sick of it.
I think I'd like to go bleed or something emo like that.
Lo and behold, I live. Like, seriously.
*crickets chirp*
... hello...?
I saw a motorcycle license plate that read as follows:
"AARRRGH"
It made me laugh.
oh yeah. I dropped out of high school the day before yesterday-- the seventh. I'll be getting my GED soon.
I seem to be over my flu-like virus. yay. I didn't even get the medication the doctor prescribed me. o_O saved money there, I guess. Anyways, Thanksgiving was alright, I suppose. Had to work, of course. It was a blessedly slow day, and it only took me four or five hours to complete dough-prep for the next day... the day my manager predicted would suck major ass. I worked THAT day, too. In fact, I closed. It wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be, and we ended up throwing away a lot of dough. *shrugs* In other news, my brother came down from Atlanta for Thanksgiving. It was nice to see him again, and nicer still to know that he's embarrassed that I carry a picture of him in my wallet... heh heh heh.
Most interesting typo:
Me: and it's so fuggin' cold...
Brian: heh
Brian: yeah, it's pretty tolc here.
Me: ....
Me: tolc?
Brian: ....
Brian: don't ask how I made a typo like that
Brian: I can't answer you. >_>
In other news, I've got a virus that's going around. woo. I've missed nearly a full week of school 9_9;
So, uhm, apparently Creasman and I got back together...? It was rather sudden. o_O
I'm debating on whether or not to change my username back to "Creasman's Freak". ;>_>
I dunno. I'll probably not bother.
And for those of you who want to tell me that I'm just setting myself up for another round of heartbreak... Don't bother, because I know. :)
feeling antisocial and lonely again. I always seem to feel like that after seeing John for some reason. *sigh* I'd go ahead and give up and cart myself off to a psyche ward if House on Haunted Hill hadn't given me a brand new fear of institutions. e_e
Goddess help me, I've a concussion and suddenly a brand new weight on my mind. I'm not thinking clearly enough for this kind of stress. I'm probably going to end up in a coma by this time next year >_<
I've got another concussion. x.x;
my thoughts keep turning to the first girl I ever kissed, Holly. I often wonder how she's doing, where she is now, and if I'll ever see her again.
I remember her kiss. ... Damn she was a good kisser. I remember how shy she was when we were alone in her car.
heh.
So this "hidden flirt" thing seems pretty stupid.
Look, I'm still alive.
I feel antisocial and lonely.
Talk about a contradiction in emotions. e_e
Lookit, I'm still alive and uncommited, instatutionall
I want to have sex! sex sex sex! Intercourse! ARGH!
I can see your smile. Your eyes shine with the light of your joy. Your touch is gentle; your kiss tender. The warmth of your arms around me is an intoxicating comfort. I would drown in the depths of your eyes if you weren't holding me so close. The soft texture of your lips overwhelms me. When you smile, I have no choice but to return it.
I can see your smile, but your eyes are void of the emotion you are imitating. You will not touch me, and I am left with the chill of loneliness and your silence. I would drown in the depths of your eyes if only you would look at me. The softness of your lips is no longer mine to kiss. When you smile, I wish you would not hide.
Well, today I find out whether or not my psychologist thinks I should be thrust into a straight-jacke
If I'm not seen for a month or longer, it's because I got committed. I'll try to leave word or something to anyone who happens to care, but, y'know. *Shrug*
I wish I could scream. I wish I could ignore the compeling urge to slice my flesh open.
I wish he hadn't left me.
I really, really fucking wish I knew what I did wrong.
As you can tell from my "mood", my modem isn't working. There was a lightning storm a couple of nights ago and it fried the modem like an egg at Waffle House. e.e; So until I can buy a new one, I'm without internet... Hello, world of video games. *Sigh*
I wish I could scream. I wish I could just go to sleep and never wake up.
I wish I could stop thinking.
I wish John would talk to me...
Once again, names have been popping up on the visited list thing, so I figured I may as well update...
School started, and that sucks. I was going to co-op, which means I'd be able to leave school after third block. However, since I'm back for only one semester and I need all four credits, someone somewhere doesn't like me and decided co-op isn't a credit-worthy class anymore, so I had to switch to being a teacher's aid. Once again, I'm an aid to the art teacher... 's just a different teach this time, and with a much larger group of freshmen. Since I'm usually bummed out at school, I have the "Classical Creasman" additude, I guess... the whole "I honestly don't care" thing. I grew up some during the summer and high school drama is honestly a load of bullshit to me now. Thank you, John, for bestowing that upon me. I'm certain it rubbed off on me.
I bought a pack of Salem Black Labels today... Well, more accurately, I sent a driver at work to get them and paid for them. Usually I'm a pretty light smoker... two or three marlboro lights at work... But a ton of new stresses have entered my life and I need something with a punch to it. I used to smoke Salems on a regular basis... killed my lungs, too, 'cause they're menthols and I have asthma.
*shivers* It's cold. It's also 3:00 in the morning, and I have to be at work at 10am... an' I'm not scheduled to get off until 8pm. *sighs* overtime, here I come... hah, though it's doubtful, now that I'm back in school and my manager is actually concerned with my grades and whatnot. cool.
well. I should try to sleep. I should probably call John, but.. 1. he might be asleep, 2. I don't know what I'd say and 3. it'd be pointless.