NYU: accepted.

two down, one to go.

im pretty cool and i hate proper punctuation,

i had a side by side shake, and it was really good.

five more days.

in six minutes, its friday
and that, my friends, is a wonderful thing. i have a good feeling about everything.

don't get raped, folks.

Put Your Name And:

1. I'll respond with something random about you

2. I'll challenge you to try something

3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you

4. I'll tell you something I like about you

5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you

6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of

7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you

8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours

i think i'm happy. but i'm not sure.

he was defending ecstasy like it was his girlfriend.

hokay, so. its been quite a week. it hasn't though, really, which is what makes it that way. except for perhaps one or two things, everything else has been...stable? stable isn't really the word i'm looking for, but the thesaurus in my head is sleeping now. please keep your voice down so you don't wake it.

its sort of nice to not have a ridiculous amount of schoolwork to avoid. i like doing nothing, or at least very little in a very half-assed fashion.

i'm happy. and i like being happy.

WOOTAH

FATNESS. christ. i hate the fatness.

i think im too immature to make good decisions. about anything, actually. i should just stop making any at all. my terrible ones are starting to get to me, i think.

this onslaught of entries, and by onslaught, i mean all two of them, must be quite the overdose for anyone who reads this. aka, nobody.

i wanna get out. party with me?

i love. i fight. i start all over.

im pissed off because my room is too hot.
and thats all.

bwa. i'm pirating this.
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my mom thinks billie joe armstrong is cute.
i don't know what to do with that.

blaming other people is kind of like procrastinating. it definitley seems easier at first, and i guess, at that point it is. you dont need to think that maybe you've done something stupid, or you don't need to get up off your ass and write that paper. but in the long run, you're still left with the fact that you screwed up. or that you put off your report. and now everyones pissed, and reasonably so. you failed your class, and resonably so. maybe its better to just stop blaming other people and dealing with your mistakes. maybe its time to get your lazy self up, and work on your paper. too bad neither one seems very realistic.

do you still love me?

dysfuckinfunction.

although maybe when its expected and routine, it can just be called function?

even though i still think that principles can change, or come about, or disappear, ther are some that you should never change.
some things are never ok.