frankmask

I'm tired and I don't want to sleep because there is so much going on at school tonight and I desperately need affection and companionship right now but I am also desperately in need of sleep. I feel very poorly, weak and tired, physically and mentally exhausted, Worried about homework and my health and my friends and every other damned thing. Hell, I'm even worried...
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The next Christmas card I send, it's going to say this.

Some day I'm going to stab everyone, but I'll stab you last.

Love,

Frank.

Isn't that sweet?


Hey. I thought of another thing that I hate about Alcohol. It makes people really really boring. Not all people, and not all the time, but sitting around a room drinking with people who are not exceptionally...
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I feel like shit. My mind is broken. I can't think straight. Sort of. Stupid shit seems reasonable. My reflexes and my balance are fucked. I can't think straight and I'm reverting to bestial and incompetent? behavior. I feel weird. Depressed, digust, diswhateverthefuck. Like, my heads not working. Even though I've had lots of sleep and I'm eating and shit and I'm not tired or...
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I have a thought. I believe in God because throughout all of my life experiences I find myself believing that there has to be some purpose and reason to all this mess. I believe in Science because someone else told me to.

Kind of the reverse of the usual order of it all, neh?

I just found out that Voltaire has been archived. She is,...
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Today is talk like a Pirate day. And let me tell you, I reek of authenticity. And not in the figurative sense, either. Mmm... Gunpowder and sweat. Smells like Christmas off the coast of Barbados.

Pardon me for being a crotchety kid from the elder schools of thought, but this every six hours thing feels like a Suicide Girls Assembly Line.

In Sid Meier's Pirates, if you get each of your crewman's share of loot up over three thousand then they will never become unhappy, never mutiny, and you can effectively sail forever without being forced to retire. I am an immortal ghost pirate, at least in the pocket reality of a videogame.

In other news, I'm not getting laid, I'm not really meeting too many...
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Every time I like a girl she either doesn't like me or something comes up. Something came up, and it's something entirely reasonable and rational and justifiable and totally on point, and it sucks. It sucks like pumping facilities of the trans-Alaska petrolium pipeline.

I know another girl will come along, sooner or later. I know everyone goes through this a lot. It's still disheartening....
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I'm spending all my free time these days either in school or at work or doing school things. I'm still checking SG from time to time but the urge to post has left me.

I still love you goons, though.

I invent my own terminology. The position of Social Chair has become Social Events Coordinator. the mess of advertising that I do each week is collectively refered to as the ad packet. I figure that if Shakespeare could just invent words at need then so can I.

In the English language the meaning of a word is modified by many things including it's definition, it's...
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I am a proffesional events and entertainment coordinator doing pro bono work.

The freshman class seems a lot more lively this year. That is a good thing.

On the darker side of things no one wants to bone me enough to have jumped into my bed this evening, which is always distressing. I could use a good boning. Especially those nasty little bones that get...
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I am as a god. No wind can bend me and no tide can turn my keel.