My brother came over today... so I assumed he had skipped class. Of course he is very distant and I don't blame him, but he needs to think about what he does.

Well, I just got this in my Juno mailbox:

Julian-
Thank you for the note. I was worried, and I appreciate the
acknowledgement. I hope that whatever is troubling you gets better.
Let me know if I can help.
-Mrs. Brayer

We must be the change we wish to see. -Gandhi


-----Original Message-----
From: (email not shown)
Sent: Wednesday, February 28, 2001 10:58 AM
To: (email not shown)
Subject: My actions.............

I apologize for what i did today 2/28/03. Things haven't been going very
well. My walkout had nothing to do with school or your class its
just..........well my feelings towards someone else. I know I shouldn't
have done what I just did but I meant no disrespect to you or my
classmates. I am willing to suffer the consequences for my actions,
Sorry..........

It looks like he sent an apology to one of his teachers. I would never dare walk out of class like that. Yeah, shit happens, but if you let others know... Sigh. I don't know what is going on in his head, but I felt the same way when I was his age. I just didn't do that kind of stuff.

Hi my old friend..long time bo hear..how've ya been?? Im curious to know..what have you been up to lately? What have you been keeping preoccupied with? Hey...wow!!! i just though of a good idea right now..Gigi wants me to do another road show again starting March 19..just for three weeks...and well, she wants me to get a partner for just one week..the palm desert show....and maybe you can be my partner!! it would be cool beans!! you can stay with me there for the five days..i will be the ride and youll get paid $100.00 a day!!! sound good or sound good?? That means youll make 500 in one week...itll be alot of fun working with you..and you wouldnt have to really do anything but cut candy... let me know what you think...wow..thats wierd i just now though of you working with me when i started writting you..... ok.....you bettert e mail me back casue i e mailed yo a while ago and you never e mailed me back you punk....loet me know whats new with you..i miss ya ma buddy.. i do.

smell ya later.

I don't know why, but... I was offended by this. I guess she doesn't know that I have been trying to get a hold of her since July. I wonder if she still remembers that I have school AND a sister to take care of. Eh, who knows... I need the money... no.

Anyone heard of AudioBlogger yet?

What a great fuckin' idea.

More news on J.K. Rowling and her apperance in The Simpsons.

Due to boredom, I didn't do much in class today... I just surfed the net and I found some pictures that I used to look at. An old hobby of mine.

I used to spend hours observing Self-Injury pictures. I saw it as an "art form." But I didn't see it that way today. What I saw actually shocked me. Really. It was very disgusting... I was turned off. I couldn't do anything after that. Those pictures altered me. I do want to see them again, though. They can trigger, so I won't.

I just downloaded a song that I used to listen to when I was 14. A lot.

Silverchair: Untitled

I'm just another body down
Internal bleeding 'round and 'round

And all I can think of are ways to die alone
And all I can think of are ways to die alone

A portrait of my skeletal gain
Left selfish and hungry, so feed me the pain
Escape reality with new pain
Then let the cycle start again

And all I can think of are ways to die alone
And all I can think of are ways to die alone

Dream of content, a pain filtered farm
All I can say

Dreams are bad
When all they do is leave the truth behind
Dreams are bad
When negativity's a state of mind

Dreams are bad
When all they do is leave the truth behind
Dreams are bad

My babysitter from the late 80s, early 90s died today!

Paaain.

Mostly from the projects, but they have been '"fun." One of the guys from school (Manuel) sat down next to me while I was waiting for my next class and started talking to me. Which is fine, but when he started to tell me stuff, how angry he was at everything... it threw me off. It was weird because HE was telling ME all of this. How he wanted to beat the shit out of something and how he wanted to cry. Yes... CRY. WTF. GUYS DON'T TELL ME THIS KIND OF SHIT. So, I just listened to him and talked little. It was interesting. I kinda felt bad. ALMOST felt bad. Guys can still suck it.

Oh yeah. I fell yesterday. I was heading for my second class and I had walked in the rain so my shoes were wet and as soon as I stepped on the floor I slipped... in front of a classroom window... with PEOPLE in IT. Their lights were out so they had a clear view of me falling. One minute I am walking, the next I disappear and then I appear again. But I was too pissed off to be embarrassed. Yeah, "bad" has been following me around for a few weeks. I've actually been binging too. I can't stop eating. Sometimes I eat until I have to puke, only I don't. I can't do that anymore. Ah, and I practially shaved my eye brows yesterday (ok, closely trimmed). I look like shit. I feel like shit.

You know what's good? Golden Grahams.

It's like eating pieces of wood.

Just read great news!

JKR to appear on THE SIMPSONS!

More at the bottom of THIS page.

An OLD (jr high) friend just told me that she got engaged.

That's two.

AHHHHHHH!

What is up with Blogger?

First I go insane because this thing wouldn't publish my posts and now I find that http://iamoxiemoron.blogspot.com/ is DIFFERENT from http://www.iamoxiemoron.blogspot.com/ and the second URL is showing my latest posts. What IS THIS BULLSHIT?

I'm tired of this.

MOTHER FUCKING BLOG!

Is it me... is DOES BLOGGER SUCK?

For the last fuckin' time. I GOT THREE NEW PROGRAMS!

ILLUSTRATOR 10
DREAMWEAVER
FLASH MX

FUCKIN' BLOGGER!

I got three new programs today.

Illustrator 10
Dreamweaver
Flash MX

Ever wanted to jump in front of a moving truck?

I've lost focus on everything. I'm afraid my creativity is draining. I don't have much left in me. I am starting to truly feel alone. It's hard for me to admit it, too. I also don't want anyone to get too close to me, so basically... I'm screwed. I sometimes watch the guys laughing with the girls in my class. Observing what I won't allow myself to do. You feel left out.

I looked at the incoming cars while I waited to cross the bridge and for an instant moment my body wanted to jump in front of a truck.

The more I walked towards home, the more of my self was dying. I started to think about those who have taken advantage of me. I had a flashback of the time that man grabbed my chest... the time this boy grabbed my vagina... the times my cousins made me do things to them. Yeah, that's right. Cousins. Only one person knows.

They are the reason why I dislike males and I hate them for that. They have screwed me over. I didn't think much of it when I was younger, but it seems that the older I get the more I see how much those two events (with various others) have affected how I behave around people. It's unbelievable what humans do to each other. Especially when they are family.

And I'm afraid that I may never love myself. If I don't I will never allow others to love me.

I found out 30 minutes ago that I am getting back over $100 from taxes. I thought it was going to be just $20.

I was planning of placing that money in my savings account, but I NEED CLOTHES. I am tired of turning my cargos into shorts because I seriously have no pants. I wear the same shit all the time. As much as I am fine with old rusty clothes... I need new shit to wear.

Gotta love The Bush Blog.

I wasn't feeling well this morning, but I really went down after I talked to my friend. One of the reasons why I don't like to speak to people is because of the way I feel after I finish speaking with them. Left out. Especially with friends. The way they describe "the best night of their life with my friends" to me. I feel like they are slapping me with emotions that I haven't felt yet. Making me lust for unfamiliar tastes. It breaks my heart.

I tried to binge, but that didn't work after I burned the food. I seriously forgot I left something on the stove. I just hated myself more after that. I didn't know what to do. I was alone and overwhelmed with mixed emotions. So, I went outside and headed for my old school. As soon as I stepped in, my emotions spilled. I couldn't stop crying so I had to sit down. I cried for a good while. It was the only way of releasing all this tension. I hated myself for not being focused, for being stupid, for not being what I should be, for crying. I was afraid for many reasons and I admitted to myself that I was. And I am. I stopped as soon as I heard someone coming. I stared at a shadow of a person in a bicycle... hoping he would turn the other way. When I heard him getting nearer I quickly looked at the floor and tried my best not to cry. I hoped he would continue to pass by me, but I heard his bike stop.

"Are you alright?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure? I'm just asking because it's rare to see someone here at night."
"Yeah. I'm sure."
"Alright, see ya!"
"See ya."

That made me get up and leave. I still don't know what to do.

Yesterday, after I showed my father how I have been progressing with my guitar:

"I'll get you a bass."

Look. I know some of you think I'm "daddy's little girl" because he gets me stuff, but you know what? My father wasn't with me from age eight through now, so SHUT THE FUCK UP. I didn't get to be his little princess then, so I am being his little princess now. While he is still living. You have to understand that I don't do this all the time. He gets upset when I DON'T ask him for things because, honestly... I don't. I don't ask for anything when it comes to my mother and father. All I want is shelter and food.

Woo, I might get a bass!

I got new shoes.

"It's a hard knock life for us, it's a hard knock for us. Instead of treated we get tricked. Instead of kisses we get kicked. It's a hard knock life."

So, I decided to build a site honoring the great Dr. Seuss. I just need to get my Seussisms straight. I got a 10 on my CSS quiz (woo). Thank God because I didn't study. Let's see. Oh yeah. I turned red Wednesday due to the recognition of that Simpsons site I built last week. My instructor showed the sites that my class built to her other class and that class picked mine as their favorite (I suck).

So, yeah... red as a beet.

Guess what? I have to build another site. I'm not sure what I want to do next, though. Here's what I have considered so far:

Dr. Seuss
Faeries
Everything Orange
Telephones? (I just threw that in there)

I need to come up with something by today. I have to present my idea tomorrow. D'oh.

For those of you who wonder why I "cut myself" or used to... I found an article that will give you somewhat of an idea why I do what I do.

"Not every cutter is going to be suicidal because people who cut want to relieve some kind of tension that has built up within them and they feel a relief once they cut," said Elaine Leader, founder of Teen Line, who is interviewed during the program. "Once somebody uses that as a tension reliever or a coping mechanism, they tend to use it again and again and it becomes kind of an addictive behavior and that is the problem with cutting."

A special, "CUTTERS: SELF-ABUSE," will air on the March 27 at 8 PM (ET) on the Discovery Health Channel

CUTTERS: SELF-ABUSE displays the strength the girls find in peer group therapy, creating an atmosphere that gives them confidence and encourages them to talk about the underlying problems that drive them to injure themselves. At Vista Del Mar, the girls try to live as other teenagers do; socializing and going to school on campus while attending daily therapy sessions. Each girl featured in the one-hour special reveals the continuous struggle that takes place every day when the desire to cut their own body becomes strong. The girls and their families requested that their last names not be used. Eating disorders, hair-pulling and skin-burning are a few of the conditions that co- exist with cutting.

I'm going to try and watch it... just to see what the "experts" have to say.

I got "Any Given Thursday" last week...

...and now it's on VH1. Bah.

I was a little edgy this morning. A car almost hit me! Yay. Fuckin' idiot. And of course, this person was using the cellphone while driving.

Anyway... back to my mental illness. Heh. Seriously, though, I was worried that I was going to get a panic attack in class today. I haven't had one since... I don't remember, but they are horrible. I lose it. Then I started to get the urge to cut myself and I still don't know why. I tried not to when I got home. It was making me feel restless and I was about to give in when I saw my sister's drum stick on the floor. I quickly picked it up and started to hit the back of my head with it. Not so hard at first... I didn't want to knock myself out. Then, after a little while I started to hit my leg. I started gently and

Note (2/19/03): did you notice that I never finished it? I just did. Well, Imma finish it now.

AND... what? God, I forgot what happened ne- OH. Ok. I did start hitting my leg gently and hit harder everytime my leg would feel numb. I did this for a long while, but not long enough since I don't have any markings. I got tired, so I stopped and took a nap. Yeah, I know, it sounds stupid, but HEY... I didn't cut myself!

Transplant error leaves girl near death

R ur txt msgs :( or OK?

If you have a similar problem like the girl in that story... PROOF READ YOUR WORK. I think the lingo thing is getting a little out of hand, BUT it shouldn't be a problem when writing a paper.

Then of course...

Google to acquire Pyra Labs

What does this mean for Blogger?

Big news: Yes folks, it's true. As you may have read, Blogger's parent company, Pyra Labs, was purchased by Google. This should only mean good things for Blogger users. No immediate changes will take place, except we're working furiously to get more servers in place to handle the extra load this news has caused. Stay tuned.

New pictures from the PoA set.

I recorded my voice for four hours straight. Well, ok, not straight... I took a break or two, but I did nothing else. My voice is gone and it will be worse tomorrow. Why did I do this? I was having fun at first mixing songs, but then I became obsessed with getting my speaking ability straight. I know I stutter, but I think I have formed some sort of lisp. Not an "S" lisp, but a "TH" lisp. I hate it. I hate everything about my voice.

You know, it's just one thing after another. I have no control over myself. I either eat a shit load or eat nothing. There are days that I sleep for 13 hours straight and days that I sleep for only 4. I can't stand myself sometimes.

I just figured out what kind of species my babies are. I've had them for almost a year and I know shit about them. Very sad.

It was hard at first, but I figured they were lovebirds, so I went from there. There were a few spieces, but I minimized them to three possibles. The Fischer's Lovebirds, the Peachfaced Lovebirds, and the Nyasa Lovebirds. The Peachedfaced birds were out because Jasper and Sam don't have a peach face and the Nyasa was out because it's a rare lovebird... and I doubt mine are. SO, Fischer's Lovebirds they are (agapornis fischeri).



Actually they are dubbed "normal" Fischer's. Heh. Riiight. I guess mine never got their memo. I found a page of Fischer's pictures, but none really look like my babies (maybe the green one to your left). Here is another page. I guess they are called "green fischer's" as well.

How long does it take for lovebirds to lay eggs?

The first egg is laid within 10 days after mating. The lovebirds eggs are laid in the nest every other day. The hen usually starts to brood (sit on the eggs)after the second egg is laid. It takes up to 10 days for them to be laid. Most time the eggs are laid at night. The brooding takes 22 to 25 days.

SHIT. That means I could be on my way of becoming a mommy by the 26th of this month. I better get crackin'!

A while ago... at two-o-two PM, I witnessed a miracle...

I saw my birdies fucking!

Ok, they were "makin' loove" or "rockin' the casbah," whatever. It was so cute! Actually they were at it for a good while and I've never seen birds "do it" so... I stared. Heh heh. But then, as soon as they were done, the girl bird (Sam) was starting to get on top of the boy bird (Jasper). Jasper bitched and poked not wanting to be raped by a girl. My birds are eccentric.

"You naughty birds."

Stuff like this makes my moment:

<.email>
GEIV87: Haha... theremin?
GEIV87: They use a THEREMIN?
GEIV87: That's just a weird coincidence... they just had an article in the latest National Geographic explaining what a theremin IS...
GEIV87: I wouldn't know otherwise
GEIV87: It looks cool...
GEIV87: Like a conductor for an orchestra or something
GEIV87: So, I think you froze...
GEIV87: So I'll e-mail this to you :P
GEIV87: 'Cause you like getting this kind of e-mail!
GEIV87: And yeah, I'll go send it now...

And then I fell asleep and dreamed about Hermione Granger's vagina chasing me with sharp sticky teeth. Actually I didn't. But that would be scary if I did.

Happy/Crappy belated Valentine's Day, whichever it was for you... I'm hoping happy. If you don't sign on again before I go to bed, good night and sleep well :) <./email>

(I really do like this kind of crap. just be careful on what you write because... I might post)

I think I am officially obsessed with the color orange.

Am I the ONLY one who listens to and LIKES "Too Many People" by The MiGs?? I mean... they use a THEREMIN people! How cool can you get? Last time I was there it said "214 Total Plays" and now... it's at 215! What is this shit?

I need a new computer (shut it, G).

I bought a scanner a few years ago and this plastic piece of shit won't accept it! Of course, I also need more memory and such. Once I do have my own computer I'm going to get the things I've always wanted. Starting with a digicam. I was addicted to taking pictures of random bullshit last year and I think it's time to start that again. I still haven't finished developing my last two rolls. That lazy, yeah. I can do SO much with a digi. Especially exploit people. I'd go around town taking pictures of trash and people picking up trash. Just like the good ol' days. Next I'd get a webcam. I'd have to figure out how to use one since I've never seen one (fuck, I need to get on track). It would be Miso Kittie's and my cam. Just think of the possibilities of what I can do with a hand puppet. "Put your hand inside the puppet head."

I never spoke much about Thursday. I was feeling sick, but I went on with my presentation and I guess I did alright. People were amazed at the amount of links I had on my page (I had to build a web site (a minimum of five pages... I did more). I did a Simpsons' page and half-assed it a bit. I did work semi-hard on it, though. I dunno, I wasn't proud of my work, but I only had a week to do it. I also met Becky's husband. Nice man. Very nice. They act like friends and not an item, which is incredible. It's the way it should be, really. And they don't have any children! They are in their mid, late-thirties and no children. It's awesome. "Doesn't she remind you of Julie?" I don't know who this "Julie" is, but they told me it was a good thing since this "Julie" is a great person (Becky's best friend). So, go me.

YESTERDAY. I fell asleep while watching/listening to "Any Given Thursday." I was going to spend the day with Eileen, but I never called. I asked her about it Thursday to confirm the stay, but she kinda went off topic. She told me that her cousins and an old schoolmate were coming over and proceeded to tell me about her encounter with that schoolmate. Nothing more. So, oh well. My parents went out anyway. They asked me to stay even though I told them I had plans a few days earlier. I accepted, though. They never go out.

So, what was good about yesterday? I had a dream about John Mayer. :-D Yeah, he was playing guitar for my cousin and I. That's... about it. :-( Heh.

The color pink and red can bite me.

I finally got Any Given Thursday and I am still watching it.

You should have seen the humans running around holding anything red at Target. It was... it made me feel miserable. Anyway, back to John. I, of course, looked at the special features first because that is what I always do. I just like to get that out of the way before watching the actual feature. This man cracks me up. To actually be there and listen to the music from the person you are fond of... unravel itself into an unspoken beauty has GOT to be something. Sin and I are planning to see The Mayer one day. I hope it's soon!

"My stupid mouth... has got me in trouble..." :-)

Oh! I've been meaning to post this, but I've been very busy this week. I found a picture of the "Knight Bus" from PoA! It's bigger than what I imagined, really.

You know you are too busy when you don't have the time to be "depressed." You are too tired to be.

More search words:

Biastock
Pictures of Daniel Radcliffe Crying
"harry potter desktops" (2)
Daniel Radcliffe wallpaper (2)
file:///Zip%20100/GD241/PROJECTS/extras.html (that was mine)
HABBO WITH CHAIN NECKLACE
Daniel Radcliffe sound clips
"daniel+radcliffe+gay"
i am fat - pictures (bahahaha!)
harry potter/sex
thoughts about skylab
Daniel Radcliffe (porn)
harry potter "fucks hermione"
zeebarf

What's with the urge to fuck a witch/wizard?? I'm going to keep adding these here and lead those losers in this site. That's right... LOSER. You won't find any fuckin' porn here, pathetic shit.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

All white men? Men. Just men.

I had nothing better to post.

My sister is sick and no one was going to be home....

so I missed school. I can feel the mishaps already.

I made myself a John Mayer wallpaper since the ones I saw on the net weren't what I was looking for. Man, I love it.

My school friend, Becky, wanted to surprise me with her new ride. Man, her car is awesome. I loved the color, smell, texture. ::drools:: It's a PT Cruiser. Compared to her old truck... it rocks.



We couldn't stop talking about it. Her radio tells the name of the station, gives out sites and ads. It makes me want to drive.

I actually cried at the end of this movie and that is not usual.

Remember how I posted about feeling that I was being watched a few days ago?

I think I was right.

My mother told me a few hours ago that my stepfather caught our "backyard neighbor" peeking from his backyard onto ours... more like looking towards my window. Oh God. I was shocked. What if he's been looking through my window? I feel dirty. I could be jumping to conclusions, but what IF. I am never opening my shades again. I guess I am not as crazy as I think I am.

Oh yeah, Sin? You know how you tried to make a new blog, but it dissapeared? That's because you saved it under MY NAME. Oy, chica.

I was reading a chat transcript that featured John Mayer and the first thing he says is:

John: Hey, kids, what are you wearing? A/S/L!

DIE! Heh heh.

AND HERE is my answer to the song "83"

Ms. Umm: You wrote a song that describes your life at the age of six. Did something spectacular happen to you at this age that inspired you to write a song about 1983, or was the song simply written to describe the joys experienced at that priceless age?
John: I think the answer is both. The memories that I have all sort of get filed under 1983, because that's the only year I remember noticing the year. So I'm probably remembering things when I was seven, four, or five, but, for me, they all sort of get tucked into that 1983 thing.

Then:

Comfortable: Where do you get your inspiration for your great songs?
John: Grand Theft Auto 3....

AND then:

Giggle: Hi, Johnny! Do you have any pre-show rituals that you do? If so, what are they?
John: I don't have any pre-show rituals, because I have no stick-to-it-ness. But what I will do every night for the rest of my life is take a good poo.

Aaand:

Emily: What is one thing you must have while traveling on the road?
John: I must have cereal and milk--Count Chocula. I must have my laptop, and I must have a dirty DVD every once in a while.

God, to be that honest...

Nothing today. Sin and I didn't have any money to spend, so the mall was out. I don't really like that place much. We did go to the store and I picked out a dye for my hair. After I vowed to myself that I wouldn't... I did. I was going for the light brown/blonde look, but I saw this red and wanted to try it out. So, now my hair is brown/red. Haha. It's fucked.

Still have stomach problems.

Penis Euphemisms:

Beefy McManstick
Uncle Throbby

And for the males:

Vagina Euphemisms:

Hoo-ha
Choochi snorcher

I need to stop being too personal in this place.

I am feeling more and MORE like shit today! ::screams::

Recent search word: oxie moran books

::shrug::

I just miss ONE fuckin' day of Illustrator and my whole day goes to hell.

My day didn't start out that well. My neck and left shoulder hurt because I slept in a bad position. I have been sleeping like shit all week. I go to class and I do the usual. Trash what I need to trash and start my program. I couldn't find my file at first. "Shit." So, I go on a hunt. I find my file and I relax, thinking everything is cool. I open the file and there is NOTHING in it. "Fuck." I tell my instructor and she looked the way I felt. Horrified. We tried to look for it, but no luck. So, a month's worth of work is gone. I had to get out of that class room and hang out in the studdent lobby to relax. I was filled with so much anger... I didn't know what to do. I'm just glad I didn't have any weapons with me. I am capable of doing anything when I am angry. I have to start my project all over again and it's due Monday. "Fuckin' hell."

It doesn't end, really. The computer I work from crashed. It's all bullshit. I was planning on what to do while I was walking back home. I thought of cutting, binging, beating the hell out of the wall... but I did neither. It's time wasting and ridiculous.

I am disgusted with this week.

George? Erik? Both of you suck.

I am already starting to get Valentine's bullshit (i.e. spam).

The same old lady who complimented my hair last time... complimented my hair again today.

"Good morning, how are you?"
"I am well, how are you?"
"Great. I still love your short hair cut with the red."
"Thank you."

And people younger than her (ex: Mother) have a problem with the color. They say it's "punk." Bah. They can go to hell.

Oh yeah. I finally found a way to lock the background! I did the same for WBD.

Japanese scientist invents 'invisibility cloak'

Only the Japs...

Muahaha. I didn't go to my first class. I haven't been sleeping well and I decided to skip three hours of sitting and go straight to three hours of cleaning and such. When did it get this cold?? Jeeze.

Damn mode. No matter how early I go to bed, I still feel restless.

Bored as hell... many quizzes:


-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which
means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're
the kind of chick that can hang out with your
boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't
care about presents or about going to fancy
places. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy
being around your boyfriend.


What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?
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Blah. I did not cheat. This quiz should be called "What Kind of Girlfriend COULD You Be."


YOU SAW YOUR PARENTS HAVING SEX!!!


what's YOUR deepest secret?
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You know what? It's true. When I was eight.


You are cutting


What Self-Mutilation Are You?
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Ha!

I can’t believe that I am becoming paranoid. Hah. I seriously believe that someone might be watching me from outside my room. I haven’t checked, but I am so tempted to hunt for some video cameras around the house. What if there are some? I’d pull a Marge and never leave my room. Jebus, this is a load of bull. AND I am always tired! I mean, more than usual. I can sleep for 13 hours straight and I would still feel like shit.

Bah. WHO wants to be paranoid?? It sucks! You can't do anything without making sure no one is watching. Yeah, I agree... it's all in my head.

"I'm not alone because the TV's on...
I'm not crazy because I take the right pills everyday and rest."

Go Jimmy!

Sin is coming o-ver! Sin is coming o-ver! Sin is coming o-ver! Sin is coming o-ver!

(ding)

I think I need to start wearing my spikes and dark make-up again.

Yeah, I used to get negative attention, but it's better than the kind of attention I am getting now. And you know what? It's always an asshole on a bike. Such as today, when I was heading back to school... some scum blew rancid marijuana on me as he passed by with his bike. Of course, he didn't fail to give me a cat-call or two. If only I had a huge, metal bat.

I just heard a few hours ago in class that a girl who sat behind/across from me had died in a car accident.

Shit like this pisses me off. I didn't know the girl personally, but it still bugs me that humans are that fragile. She had another student with her. He survived, but he's going to go through brain surgery and... a lot of pain. I can't imagine how their parents are feeling. Fuck.

On a brighter note: My Illustrator professor was named "Instructor of the Year."

I am now listening/watching Johnny Cash's version of "Hurt" by NIN and I am telling you...

It's more forlorn.

Woo hoo! Meeting is over. It all went pretty well, too. So, George? You can put down that gun now.

It was fun stuff. We talked a lot, played a bit of guitar (which I sucked) and watched a bit of TV (I think).

Erik wanted to take a walk