You know, I had everything planned out . . . Somehow, in the course of a month I've quit my job, my grades have nose-dived, the musical ended, college looms over me like a scary looming thing, and I'm dating this GUY.

so yeah. so, maybe im psychotic. maybe thats it. it could be it. probably it. FUCK IT! alright. so yeah, he's ONLY my friend.

I wrote this in my philosophy class the other day. Just pondering life and it's meaning. Dealing with my depression and such. Psychotic kind of thoughts and shit.

Caffeine, Nicotine, and Caffeine.
Black shirt, White shirt, Black shirt.
Everyday is the same.
Like the sun rising and falling.
Hotwired like my Volvo;
I've forgotten how to feel.
I've forgotten how to peel,
The layers back.

I am a 19 year old female going to college in Utah. For the past couple of years I have been having feelings for other women. Especially a basketball coach I once had who is 4 years older then me. I thought these feelings would go away and that it was just a phase. But my feelings haven't gone away and the feelings are even stronger now. I have moved away from her thinking that it would help me but it hasn't.

I wonder if Bush will put a spin on St. Patricks day. If you go out and get drunk and celebrate your Irish heritage, you're supporting the terrorists.

Did I get your attention? Hehehehe. Well good, thats what I meant to do. So I got three voicemails from my ex, and an email. Fun fun fun. She doesn't want to let go. ::frowns:: I would like to move on. Yah, the world hates me more often than not. I think my chemistry teacher is possessed by the devil AND his family. Heres part of the conversation:
Some girl in class: Mr. Virzi, do you want this? (holds up worksheet)

The power of mitts on a sting.