December 2009
19 posts
Baby boomers.
I seriously feel like if I was any more irritable, I would be eating the heads of infants for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Eek.
Everything pisses me off.
Everything.
My boyfriend, Pho being closed, Christmas trees, my new macbrick, laminate flooring, my family, this shirt, etc.
Yeup.
Some of us
Blame other people.
Some of us blame ourselves.
Some of us feel like we’re on the right track.
Some of us feel like we’re hopeless.
Some of us can forgive and forget.
Others just can’t let go.
But the one thing we all have in common, is that all of us have either experienced, are experiencing, or hope someday to experience love.
It’s one of the biggest motivators of the...
8 bedsprings bouncin'
700 sperm a-swimming,
2 gays a-layin’,
FIVE GOLDEN RINGS!
Ugh.
I just want to sleep and not do anything for the rest of the day.
It's ironic
that within 30 minutes of that comment about getting holy water poured on me, I tried to cure my hiccups and ended up dumping an entire cup of water all over myself, my laptop, and caitlin’s bed while exclaiming, “Oh my fucking GOD”.
Hope that shit wasn’t blessed.
Once again, just as with my wearing the John 3:16 shirt, I really don’t want to confuse people about...
Etcetera and all that other shit.
I wish I was still drunk, but it’s probably for the best that I’m not or I would be sleeping ‘til 4 yet again.
I had a good night.
It was nice being able to hang out with all my friends I haven’t been able to see recently.
I’m hoping tomorrow(well, today) I’ll be awake in time to do something other than cower in fear of the wrath of the extremely catholic...
Goddamnit.
Just when I thought I was going to get a decent nap, Gidget decided to knock Bugglet off the deck from the second story of the house. That stupid piece of shit shih-tzu ruins everything.
sleeping
hurts, as of late.
i wake up feeling like i just got assaulted by a mob of angry irish men.
every time.
i can’t wait to get a new bed…
and i can’t wait for my life to get back on track.
nowadays it feels as if only one thing is going right in my life, and he’s not enough.
i need friends, i need support, i need to be reminded of who i am, where i come from, and where...
Teenage Mexican Boy
Don’t be shy Cause I could listen to Spanish all night El dulce aroma de ron On your breath Acercate a mi Come closer Siempre me acordare
Woke up
To hear my mom singing David Bowie in the kitchen. What is this world coming to? My sleep schedule’s all fucked up. But I’m going to get back on track starting tomorrow. It’s going to suck, but hey! It’s better than sleeping til 5pm and then not going to sleep until 7am.
Night noises...
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what I want to do with my life, and the message I want people to get when they look at the way I lead my life.
Last year, I went to a retreat at the monastery that made me feel so rejuvenated, and truly opened my eyes to the truth of life. So I figured I’d share with you guys a little chant we sang that makes every day feel a little bit...
"There's a bear inside your stomach,
the cub’s been kicking you for weeks.
And if this isn’t all a dream, well then, we’ll cut him from beneath. Well, we’re not scared of making caves, or finding food for him to eat. We’re terrified of one another, and terrified of what that means. But we’ll make only quick decisions, and you’ll just keep me in the waiting room. And all the while...
Finals, thus far,
have been aggravating, at best.
Oh well.
Two more days, I just have to keep telling myself that…
This Christmas break, I really need to talk to my psych about ADD medicine, ‘cuz I can’t focus or remember things for shit.
First, I didn’t know that our ss/et test was divided over two days and ended up taking the test under the misconception that it was a practice test, then I...
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Sympathetic sickness.
Rodrigo got sick this morning.
Like, hungover sick.
And now I’m the one who feels sick, even though I only had 2 drinks and hardly slept until I was completely sober.
Ugh.
Time to study music theory for my final tomorrow.
Thank god it’s Mr. Falkner and the test will most likely be easy as fuck.
To my little sisters.
“Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table… Barely awake, I let precious time go by… Then when she’s gone, there’s that odd melancholy feeling, and a sense of guilt I can’t deny… What happened to the wonderful adventures? The places I had planned for us to go? Well, some of that we did, but most we didn’t, and why, I just don’t...
I swear...
It seems as if most of the people I spend my time with are just about as honest as a Baptist preacher who just found out that the world’s going to end in a week… Just give up.
Nobody likes a Baptist preacher.
And everybody knows that judgement day won’t be accompanied by cookies and ice cream.
“Embrace the senile genius. Watch him reinvent the wheel. I don’t need...”
– Stephen Malkmus
So glad to know
I have supportive “friends” who are grateful for the time I’ve wasted on them. Oh well.
Hahahahaha.
At least I have one thing on you, your relationships will never make me vomit, considering I have no gag reflex.
:)
Thanks for being sincere for once in your life.
All I wanted was just a little bit more...
But what I got is what I got, and I can’t say I’m not just a little bit too selective…
Ugh. Lame night, like usual.
Why do all my days have to end with that one note that turns a good day into an “Ehhhh… Could’ve been better…” day?
Is it because I don’t believe in God?
I mean, Jesus fucking Christ, the big man upstairs oughta cut some slack...