Rosemary, Heaven restores you in life

happy thanksgiving!
my house smells like rosemary because we're breaking the mold and having chicken for thanksgiving. I mean, turkey kind of sucks anyway.
OH MY GOD 6 days till mewithoutYou! i'm so excited!

told me love was too plebeian, told me you were through with me

that is a fucking fantastic line, love is too plebeian.
thats my new.......... perspective on life.
so today, I essayed. it was a very revealing experience. I discovered that I am an utter failure at writing and that I have a severe inability to focus on the task at hand. you know, I think my form of intelligence is simply too abstract to be beaten down into such a conformative, (yes I'm well aware that is not a word) restrictive manner of trying my abilities.
SIKE.
how disgustingly pretentious is that garbage?
anyway, my point is that I really don't have a point and am just enjoying writing nonsense for the sake of writing nonsense.
what is the percentage of high school dropouts that actually succeed in life?
(thats a rhetorical question, because I'm positive there are millions of readers out there clamoring to answer, but such a thing is unnecessary.)

they only want you when you're seventeen, when you're twenty-one, you're no fun.

so today's my birthday. i had some hella good apple pie.
I can go see rated R movies at northgate now.
the end

it's too fucking early for me to think of sweet lyrics

I hate people. I woke up like an hour early so I could drive my damn neighbor to school. and i don't even have to. dumb shit forgot to tell me. those people. we had to call them at 8:20, when I was supposed to leave, to find out. I cant even go back to sleep cause that would totally fuck my hair up.
I mean seriously? get with it.

too young to hold on, too old to just break free and run

HEUTE:
My unrequited love has a girlfriend. She's not me. OH NO!
Yeah I know this is a standard issue high school kid entry. But I'm venting via internet, so deal.
My failure to take action when I had a chance could be why this happened. Or it could be that life is full of not getting what you want. I feel like faulting life.
FUN FACT:
Simon Bolivar (just pretend the correct accent marks are there) really did have a locket with a piece of George Washington's hair in it. Apparently the family of G.W. sent it to him at the urging of Marquis De Lafayette, who was like G.W.'s main man in the Revolutionary War (he was only like 18 at the time)
Mr.P told me that. He knows everything.

you are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store gestapo

So basically I don't expect this to be read by anyone except random assholes who will post random assholely comments. I couldn't care less. The creation of this "blog" (which, by the way, is the worst word ever) is solely for my benefit, as a way to log my life, since I can't seem to make myself write in real journals.

HEUTE:
nothing happened worth noting. Except that I have the greatest German teacher ever.

GESTERN:
I went to the Lincoln Theatre & saw like a showcase thing of bands. After about the 5th or 6th band we had to split because about 4 of the bands were hardcore bands, and while that type of vocal styling has a certain appeal live due to the high intensity atmosphere it creates, it is completely exhausting to listen to, and I was already wiped to begin with. Also saw a friend of a friend perform, who was totally wasted during their performance, but excellent all the same.

THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY:
Had a sweet adventure involving Mexican chicken and breaking into churches.

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