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| at this point, i think there are very few things that can help me get over feeling crappy, the way that yelling at an internet service provider for charging money for something and cancelling them in the end, can do. bastards.... two split-ups/broken friendships within 24 hours... drag... lol (?)
man, i really dont wanna go back, i dont wanna stay, i just want time to stop and sit still for a few days until i can regain my composure and think about exactly what im gonna do. im not sure what to say about this summer... its been among the most boring, emotional, and just straight up stupid. its not even about my current mood and problem, its jsut a bunch of stuff crammed together like a conglomerate piece of crap that was hurled at my face and now stinks. this really stinks... thats probably the best word for it right now... i wish i had a nail bat right now
so i can end my problem, even if its just momentarily and i wake up with a black eye or two... and no, the look on
the faces do not reflect my current mood or disposition... but i really wish i had one of these....
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| before finding nemo, came: FLOUNDER, who is today's honorable mention
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| Well, i just realized something: just because you close your eyes and put the blanket over your face... doesnt mean that the monsters in the dark will disappear... they are still there... now you just cant see them because you choose not to.
you know, its kinda weird now... im thinking back on past mistakes, and things from the past... looking at my background, i see this cartoon character called the Maxx. he's this makeshift superhero who shifts back and forth between his make belief world, and the real world, and he wears a mask to pretend he is someone he is not. it sounds a bit familiar as i describe it, but it really made me wonder when i met someone who almost fits the characteristics of his friend, julie winters. it was almost freaky as hell... even one of her quotes from the series fit our friendship... but i never told this person about it, i just kept it to myself. my story ended differently from their's although...maybe i write things here because no one ever really reads them, or if they do it really doesnt matter to them. i know what i should do, what i should ahve done before, and what i need to do, but those things always turn into things i SHOULD have done... its tough to regret in its earliest stages before they take off sometimes... kinda like letting go of a balloon. whatever though... life is still good though... still thankful for every breath of air that i can breath in, and very thankful for my car getting back into driving condition. thats it i guess... for now
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honorable mention is toejam and earl. the definition of cool.
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| well, first off let me start off by saying that i had this insane dream that by the time i woke up, i felt like i had all the air taken out of me. it had to do with a Jesus Christ related experience, and by the end of it, we were pretty much all down on our knees before a cross. took place in my old house in california.
well, today's honorable mention is:MY FALL '06 AERODYNAMICS TEXTBOOK!
why? well, the class made my first semester at tech hell. the first day of class we were hit with triple integrals, and a bunch of crap about airplanes and a bunch of stuff... this class was a murderous entity in itself. | | |
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