let's go to hell together

I'm at home waiting until I have to go elsewhere. I have absolutely nothing important to say, but honestly, how many online journal writers do? Even though really I'm only writing to myself so what I say isn't even online, for all intensive purposes. Though it could be accessed by someone else, it probably isn't going to be. Mind you, I'm not complaining. I would much rather have a onlinejournal that no one reads than have thousands of people hanging on my every word, commenting on my every deed, and living their lives through me, while simultaneously feeling superior because they aren't so crass as to publish THEIR entire lives on the internet for huge amounts of anonymous, judgmental, slightly sadistic perverts to touch themselves to, even though they themselves are, in essence, one of those perverts.
And that was completely harsh and melodramatic. But it reads beautifully, even if it is a run-on sentence. You can almost feel the anger building. As an end note to a rant no one will read, did you know that you can spell judgmental/judgemental with or without an E? According to my Oxford American computer dictionary you can.

you know what'd be cool?

it'd be awesome, if I could just be content with what I have. oh no though! I can't just appreciate my excellent luck. OHFUCKINGNO! I have to whine and moan and overanalyze and find fault everywhere. I have to be suspicious.

day of reckoning

so today is my first day of school. and i'm dreading it because i know i may run into this kid i totally treated like shit. and I may act like i did it cause I just didn't care, but honestly it's because i don't know how to behave in those kind of situations, and i just didn't want to deal with it, and felt like being a coward instead of confronting the situation head on. I HATE when something happens that makes me dread going to school, especially when it's no one's fault but my own.

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.