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design | host i got a letter this mornin' what do you reckon it read? i got a letter this morning that said the gal you love is dead. i'm thinking about doing something- but every time i do something like this i get mad and cynical and swear it off. until i end up wanting to do it again. i'm just rambling. i don't plan to go into it. Mrs. Rochette called me into guidance today. i have 2 D's. in history and anatomy. I get sort of sad when i think about my bad grades. but i'm caring less than i did when i was... say... 9 about my grades. I have tons of homework, and here i am, sitting at the computer typing in my annonying blog, listening to the cure and entering to win an autographed gibson SG... over and over and over again instead of doing anything constructive. the cherry on this little cake of a day was a graceful slide down the wet hill in my yard- no doubt. burger king is out of spongebob watches. alas, my world crumbles. i'm mean to everyone. not even on purpose anymore. just harshness. even to people i suppose i consider my friends. it's either depressed silence, hateful acid words or absolute nonsense now-a-days. I hate this. all of it. i know i'm not going to win that SG autographed by Angus Young--- but i keep refreshing the page to enter again anyway. it's not quite hope... it's more just wanting with no other way to ever get what i want. sort of like life. going foreward to fail because that's the only direction to move. i hate you. get lost. |